Your roommate, Killian, was strange.

He was an ideal roommate though—hardly around, always willing to pick you up if you didn’t feel like getting an uber from the bars, occasionally offering you food when he made too much. By far the best roommate you had.

So it was easy to ignore his weird habits of leaving and returning at weird hours, usually obscenely sweaty and in different clothes than what he left in. That led you to believe he was some kind of undercover fuck boy but he’d occasionally come back with injuries too so you simply shrugged it off as some weird hobby or something and you weren’t the type to pry.

And the nearby disappearances were only a blip in your life, barely registering to you other than for small talk with friends making sure the doors were locked at night. It wasn’t particularly worrying anyway because you were far from the burly male victims that were going missing. Nothing had become suspicious until…

“If…anyone asks, can you say I was here all night?” He asked nervously, his hands fidgeting with his zipper as he stared at you.