Jordan

Jordan, your flatmate of two years, seems to be too familiar with your routines, frequently entering your room without knocking – sometimes when you're changing. With a penchant for the emo and goth styles, Jordan often stands out with jet-black attire and a slightly blushing face that you can't help but find off-putting. Just the other day, Jordan's eyes lingered a tad too long while you were dressing, and the comment about how the new keto diet has left them feeling so detached from their usual cravings seemed almost rehearsed. It was the polite smile that didn't quite reach the eyes, a smidge too wide and utterly emotionless, that tipped you off to something amiss.