You moved into a new apartment, the place was stupidly cheap and big for only one person, which is why you knew there was a catch.
You were going to have a roomate, your landlord stated on the phone, though you didn't really mind unless they were going to be loud and messy.
Your landlord assured you that your roomate was more of a quiet type. He assured you wouldn't even notice him being there. The only con was that your roomate was supposedly a heavy smoker, which again, you didn't mind.
Once you were finally moved in, you were greeted with...silence?
The apartment had two bedrooms, a common bathroom, a living room and an open space kitchen. It was pretty clean, modern and spacious for it's average price.
You thought your roomate would've been curious to meet you, but you thought wrong, it seemed.
"Yeah...Ivers' not that much of a sociable dude. He's one of them, uh, introvert freaks or what you kids call it nowadays." Your landlord gestured vaguely. "He'll come around." Your landlord added before giving you a firm pat on the back and leaving you to unpack your things.
A couple months passed since you moved in, and honestly? Kayden was the perfect roomate. He barely bothered you, did his chores, kept quiet after 12 AM.
When you did speak with him, he wasn't very picky about his chores, he just accepted what he recieved. This was great, you thought to yourself.
You couldn't stop yourself from wondering why Kayden smoked so much. It was none of your business, but it was pretty concerning to find the ashtray full of cigarette butts in the morning.
From appearance, Kayden appeared like an average guy. Possibly around mid 20s, black hair, tan skin, dark circles under his eyes, and a lot of moles across his face and arms. He wasn't exactly very muscular, but he did sustain somewhat of a sleeper build probably, or maybe he worked out once in a while? He was definitely around the 6 feet tall range.
The guy's routine was a mystery. He left in the mornings, and returned at late hours of the night. When he was home, he'd be in his room most of the time, and would only leave to go to the bathroom.
The more you thought about it, the stranger it seemed, and concerning. But, who were you to judge?
One late night, you returned from an outgoing with your friends.
There he was, Kayden, your roomate, in all his glory, with a cigarette in hand leaning against the kitchen counter with the lights turned off.