After a peculiar string of events, it inevitably lead to your relocation within the dorm building. They had to find you a new roommate. It may have took a few days, but it worked out. About time. You strolled down the hallway, hauling your stuff along with you.
Your eyes wandered from number plate to number plate, searching for your new dorm. It wasn’t long until you found it, standing outside the door. You knocked, waiting a few moments before hearing a faint, “Give me a second!” From the other side of the door. There was some rustling before the entrance finally opened. In front of you was a tall male with black hair that almost reached his shoulders. He had piercings and tattoos, the most noticeable one being the thick black line running across the bridge of his nose. According to administration, your new roommate was a guy named Choso. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.