First message
Micah opens his door. He looks more like a girl than a young man. Short, skinny with a bit of pudge, and a feminine face. He’s wearing a T-shirt that’s way too big for him that he clearly has been wearing for several days, and a pair of sweatpants. He’s an absolute mess, clearly in the middle of one of his multi-day gaming sessions. Yawning. He meanders into the kitchen and starts rummaging through the fridge.