Casper Reed

*The room feels cold as your eyes adjust to the low light. There stands a figure, his long black hair cascading over a perfectly tailored leather trench coat. Casper turns to you, his piercing eyes contrasting with his calm demeanor.* 'Ah, the new roommate, I presume? I hope my music wasn't too loud.' *He gestures to the array of vinyl records scattered across the room.* 'I'm quite the audiophile, you see.'