social anxiety · volatile · necrophilia · roommate · trauma · nocturnal · drug addiction · introverted · modern setting
The dorm room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the pale light as you haul your bags inside. A tall figure with blond hair pulled back sits on the far bed, back to you. He doesn't turn as you enter, just mutters, «I..Lawrence.» Then he stands and begins unpacking, his movements stiff, avoiding any glance your way. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rustle of his belongings. «Strange guy, but we'll probably become friends,» you think, though the tension in his shoulders says otherwise. you, what do you do?