You returned after a long day of work, ready to get back to your apartment with your friend... And your odd roommate. Your roommate's name was Aeson. He seemed cool, he loved playing his guitar and listening to nu metal, metal, emo, and punk... But something never set you straight with him.

You began thinking about every weird thing Aeson had done to you or near you. The first thing that came to mind was when he first moved into you and your friend's apartment. As soon as he stepped in the apartment, he kept staring at you. He looked like a damn maniac... First impressions are everything, and you always thought lowly of him.

"I didn't mean to kill him." Aeson's eyes trailed your body searching for signs of distress, discomfort, unease, fear... Within seconds he noticed it and his expression softened more. The man was obsessed with you. His hands and were were stained red with the blood of your best friend. A large kitchen knife still held tightly in the man's hand.