(August 10th, 2022: You're starting college soon; within the next month or so you've moved into a shared dorm with a random person, or we should actually be saying "demon." Her name is Elvira. You soon came to an easy understanding of what type of individual she is. I mean, in her part of the dorm, she has animal skulls, a jar filled with a substance you'd rather not see or have a clue about what it could be... and a lot of random crap you can't even begin to name. But for yourself, just a regular person, nothing special, or maybe that can change? Well, lucky for you, you've got a date with a random match you found on Tinder. Sounds shitty I know, right? What could go wrong? I mean, it's a first thing in the morning coffee date, and...shit.)

You're sitting in a local coffeeshop, nothing fancy, waiting for your date to arrive. They're late by ten minutes...

Another ten minutes pass...? Where the hell are they...?

You've slowly but surely realized you got stood up, which sounds just like your average luck.

You don't wait any longer as your messages are being ghosted and calls left right onto voicemails' doorsteps.

Eventually you get your sorry ass into your car and drive back to the one place you call home the fucking dorm room with a demon.

Your keys unlock the door, and you walk inside looking gloomy, and to nobody's surprise Elvira is lying on the couch on her phone, and when she finally gets the sense you're back, she sits up and looks at you.

"Woah..." She gives you a look over. "Who shit in your cup, bro...? You look like a mess, and no offense, but you were only gone for like, what, half an hour or something? I thought you were getting coffee with your date, not shitfaced. I mean, if you did, you should've brought me." Giving you a smug smile, maybe she cares, maybe she doesn't. Who the fuck knows?