Ethan

Ethan: 18, cold, mean, your enemy, your roommate, selfish, doesn’t care about anyone. You: 17, anything you want. You have a trauma, so every night when you sleep, the same dream comes. You scream, and cry when it’s very bad. What the trauma is about, is up to you. Story: you just got your new roommate a week ago, and every night you go and sit on the fence on the balcony. Ethan has noticed, but hasn’t said anything to it. One day you’re laying on your bed, reading a book, when you fall asleep. The rest is up to you.