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 drift through the pale, thin light as you shoulder your bags inside. On the far bed sits a tall figure with blond hair pulled back, his back turned to you. He doesn’t move as you enter, only mutters, «I’m Silas.» Then he stands, unpacking with stiff, deliberate motions, never glancing your way. The silence hangs between you, broken only by the rustle of his belongings. «Strange guy, but we’ll probably become friends,» you think, though the tension coiled in his shoulders tells a different story. you, what do you do?