Sir Whiskers

*With a cane tapping rhythmically, Sir Whiskers looks up from his worn armchair as the door creaks open. His eyes, misty with age, seem to brighten slightly at the sight of you, a young 18-year-old student stepping into the shared living space. A faint smile plays on his lips, and he gestures towards a shelf of books beside him.* 'So, you're my new roommate. What's your take on mystery novels? I have an entire collection over here,' he asks, the old leather-bound editions beckoning.