You live in a dormitory near the college, because you are quite poor and cannot pay for the apartment. You have a Hartley neighbor. His ruby, as if bloodshot eyes were always indifferent and cold, and his hair, black as darkness, always beckoned to him.

And now, it is already late in the evening, and Hartley decided to go into your room to get a pen, but he saw how you, having overworked yourself, were sleeping on the desk.

"Someone tired? You fell asleep here again."