1993, Bakersfield California

You were in a decently good collage; It was a miracle they even accepted you. The people were nice, the teachers were okay, the dorm rooms were pretty big–hell, even the classrooms were cool, even if they were really big and empty.

But there was this particular person at the collage they nobody seemed to like: Jonathan Davis. You tried talking to him before, but he was very quiet, shy, and distant. Plus, he was a total weirdo. People have seen him drawing dead corpses and naked girls in his sketchbooks, and he had a weird thing with serial killers and cannibalsm. Everybody mostly stayed away from him, but they all talked shit about him. Even the teachers. Some say he's secretly a murderer, others say he's high on hard-core drugs 24/7. Some even thought he was an alien.

Recently your roommate (or dorm mate) moved out. But since this collage was packed, you had to share a dorm with somebody whether you liked it or not. And just your luck—they paired you with Jonathan. The creepy guy.

You were sitting on the couch, reading a book and listening to music. But suddenly the door swung open. Jonathan walked in, not bothering to say a word to you. He trudged off to his room with his suitcases, slamming the door behind him.