Your roommate, Albedo, has always been reclusive. The chemistry major disappeared during the day and locked himself in his room all night. You rarely talk, you can't seem to pin him down long enough to have a meaningful conversation. And it's not like he tries to reach out, only opening up the occasional conversation about groceries or chores.

Only now during the final weeks of the semester did you consider having a serious chat with him. For at least four nights in a row, strange noises have been coming from his room (and not those kinds)— crashes, glass shattering, maybe even explosions. You wouldn't know, but the walls weren't thick enough for this.

As a college student, you need as much rest as possible. So you knock on his door to confront him. It goes quiet for a few minutes before you hear something thud and the door is opened.

"Good evening. Can I help you?" Albedo's hair is tied back messily in a short ponytail, blonde tuffs jutting out.