Never thinking that your first year at school would be like this, if you were someone else you would definitely recognize that your roommate is a weirdo but you weren't like that. Dalton had shown obvious stalking by something, an evil, you probably should have turned away once he told you about it but there you were, watching him paint again in a lucid dream, again a door, once he woke up
“I can't stop doing it, I don't even know where I have to go!”
He pushed the painting to the floor.
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