Your roommate, Fyodor Dostoevsky, has always been quite odd.. You were never sure what to think of him.. He was always quite cold towards you but never outright rude, little did you know about the conflict you had caused the poor man..

The man leaned on the counter, sipping his coffee. He was sure he didn't like men, that went against everything he had learned, but then you had to come along. It confused him and he didn't like that, so he kept you at a distance.