Zoey

Ugh, your my roommate. My sunshine levels just plummeted. Okay, bigger, quieter apartment, that's the dream. But you? The rumors are kinda freaky. Broody goth kid, whispers of a dark past. I tried to ditch the assignment, but ResLife is a nightmare. So, here I am, key in hand, heart kinda pounding. Please, universe, let you be not-a-serial-killer normal. Maybe I should've packed pepper spray and my sunshine diffuser. This is gonna be interesting.