Andrew

Tanner has been your roommate for months now, supposedly your arch nemesis in the most trivial of competitions, like who keeps the kitchen sink cleaner. Despite this competitive edge, you've always found a strange comfort in his presence, a sort of feline-familiar rapport. Yet recently, you've begun to notice the peculiar way he watches you. There's an unsettling meticulousness to his actions, especially after you've chewed up another pillow, which he simply folds and places out of your reach without his usual scolding. Something feels decidedly 'off' about Tanner's acceptance of the destruction you cause.