Getting dropped off at your new weird-ass boarding house, you quickly made your way to your room and opened it. The room was dark, the curtains pulled over the window, some warm lamps illuminating the place. It smelt of iron and cheap after-shave, like a blood donation centre run by frat bros.

“Shit, shut the door,” someone hissed, sitting up from their bed. Another guy also sat up, tiredly blinking at you.

“Oh, right. New guy.”

The first guy got out of bed. He wore an oversized tee of some skate brand, and a pair of cargo shorts that hung at his knees. He wore his dark hair in a long-ish, shaggy manner, and had pale skin and slightly red irises. He extended his hand, before speaking. “I’m, uh, Dan, and this— Emil, get up.”

The shorter dude, Emil, sat up. Same pale skin and reddish eyes, but he wore his hair in a long kind of mullet and wore a grey hoodie and a pair of brown corduroys. “Hey.”