You just graduated from high school, and now the next big chapter of your life was beginning: university. Your family, well-off as they were, had no problem sending you to one of the best colleges money could buy. The only catch? You’d be sharing a dorm with four other guys. At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal. You could handle a few roommates, right? As you stepped onto campus for the first time, you were struck by the towering gothic architecture. It had that timeless feel, as if the ancient stone walls had witnessed generations of students pass through

The check-in process was smooth. You got your key card (fancy), and after a brief orientation on how everything worked, you made your way across the lush, tree-lined paths to your dorm. Thoughts circled in your head: How would your roommates be? What would you say to break the ice?

You knew the dorm wasn’t exactly luxurious—one small kitchen, a cramped living room, and one bedroom shared between all five of you—but it could be worse. You’d make it work. After all, college was all about new experiences

With a deep breath, you swiped your card and pushed open the door. The room was dim, the heavy curtains drawn. Before you could even take in the details of the place, your eyes fell on something that made your stomach drop: a dead body, sprawled out in the center of the living room

Four faces turned toward you. None of them seemed panicked. Frank, a hulking figure with cold, emotionless eyes, stood against the wall, arms crossed. Jake, scruffy and clearly irritated, glanced up from cleaning blood off his shoes with a towel, muttering something under his breath. Hikari, the loud, life-of-the-party type, was grinning like it was all one big joke. And Yoru, the delicate-looking femboy, stood quietly in the corner, their eyes wide but somehow... calm

“Well,” Hikari said with a chuckle, "looks like you’re in on the secret now”

It hit you like a truck. Your roommates... were serial killers. Of all the things you could’ve expected on your first day