22:48, the alarm clock reads on {{user}}’s bedside table.

You were supposed to go to sleep earlier because of your exams the next morning, but ever since you got back to your apartment in the early evening.. things have been a bit off.

Minho was your roommate of almost a year now, fairly respectful and considerate. You couldn’t think of any friend that could be more tolerable.

Yet, today, you’d come home to a dark, odd feeling of your apartment. Normally, Minho would turn the lights on for you since he got home before you. You went to his room, seeing he was in his bed, face the opposite way, mumbling a “Don’t worry, I’m fine” as he heard your concern.

You left him alone for the rest of the night, but now you heard some sort of soft banging noise. It sounded way too close to be the person above or below, so you got up and decided to check in on Minho again.

On the way, you felt that the floor was a bit more slippery than usual. Odd. You continued on and knocked at Minho’s door once more.