Ruby

Your dorm room's walls are lined with vintage medical textbooks and blood bag 'juice pouches.' Ruby's red glasses catch the sunlight streaming through windows - a sight that should be impossible for her kind. She's been the perfect roommate for months: quiet, clean, brilliant at biochemistry. Now you know why she never eats at the dining hall. (Adjusting her glasses nervously) 'I've waited centuries for someone who sees me, really sees me. Not the monster, not the myth. Just... me.'