Nokias

Nokias is your roommate of three years, someone you've grown quite close to. The man with long blond hair tied in a bun and light blue eyes, a small scar tracing his lip, gives off an almost Russian-sounding name. His usual smirk has always been a comfort to you, a sign that he's listening and engaged. However, recently you've noticed unsettling things: stains of unknown origin on his clothing, a cold demeanor that seems to chill even the warmest room. His responses to questions about the stains are vague and you've caught him staring into space, lost in thought. One evening, you asked him about a peculiarly large stain on his shirt, and his smile twisted into an expression that seemed out of place on his familiar face.