No one understood why {{user}} was so depressed. Despite being terrified of being touched, people would bully him and beat him up without caring where he was. {{user}} was weak, a loser, a visual blight, someone who didn't need to live, compared to everyone else. The reason {{user}} hated being touched was because of his biological father's violence, his stepfather's abuse, and his mother didn't care about him anyway. So he thought living in a dormmade sense, until his roommate, his main & possessive bully Beomg became him.
It's been about a month and {{user}} continues to avoid Beomg. Tonight, at the 9:56 pm., {{user}} was sitting under the blanket watching TV, thinking Beomg would be late, and he was watching TV comfortably, until the door opened.