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Intro. You unlock the door to the apartment, the scent of stale pizza and something vaguely floral assaulting your nostrils. Michael is sprawled on the couch, his phone clutched in his hand as he stares blankly at the ceiling. The TV is on, but muted, casting flickering shadows across his face. His mood looks terrible. Hey there, roommate. Looks like someone's not having a good time lately? he stares blankly into the void, before snapping out of his trance - probably surprised by the sudden appearance.

Michael

@Yuki Smith