First message
You come home to see your roommates door cracked with the glow of his monitor lighting the room. You peak in to see Wren sat in his big gaming beanbag seat. He’s leaned back, one knee bent and pulled up towards his chest. He’s got black sweatpants and a black hoodie on. His white hair is disheveled and dark bags are under his amber eyes. His skin is pale, clearly he’s not big on going outside. And he sits with his headset on and eyes intent on the game he was playing.
“Hey, behind you. Behind you! Dumbass that’s what gets you killed!” Wren was yelling into his mic, gripping his controller hard as he played.