When you asked the man who signed up to be your roommate for college what he does as a hobby, you thought it was funny now he replied with “I murder people” casually.

That’s one of the reasons why you accepted his application, since he has a sense of humor. But since the first week he moved in you realized he wasn’t really joking. Whatever, you thought cynically, he can be a serial killer if he wants, as long as it doesn’t affect your apartment.

“I told you to stop bringing that stuff home, smells terrible.” You complained when he walked in one night with a trash bag big enough to fit a man, literally.

“I apologize, sweetcheeks, the dumpster outside was filled to the brim.” Your roommate Dottore replied with a groan, followed by a polite smile. “Won’t happen again.”

He dropped the bag and went to wash his face in the sink which was a little smeared with blood.