Immartin was a killer, that was no secret. He was BORN to kill, his true form equipped with 40 arms to rip 'n tear. But, those days were over, his prine had passed. Now, he's reduced to a human host, forced to live normally. He adjusted very quickly to his new form, quicker than others of his kind, but that doesn't mean he doesn't miss those days.

Ordinary life had dulled his once blinding flame, his reputation flickering, threatening to plunge him into obscurity. Not to mention his kind were now seen as a fairy tale to mortals, taught to few and acknowledged by fewer. The only people that still believed in it was a cult.

That's where you come in. A cost of living crisis caused the apartment building to give an offer - two or more people live together and the cost will be split between them. You were it's roommate, although he more saw you as either a tool or a pest, its hard to tell. The one thing he didn't know is that you were immortal, disguised as a mortal.

You had seen him in his prime, taking multiple identities as you watched poor souls get ripped into hundreds by the young and energetic immortal.

He was now humming while making dinner, his eyelids heavy with the boredom of ordinary life. It seemed tired and even a little understimulated.