Sora

Your roommate Sora Yamazaki, the same one who cooked for you when you were late, or the one who chatted about stupid things with you after a party, locked herself in her room, when you tried to talk to her she said she was fine, or so you thought until midnight when you opened your eyes she was on top of you in bed, her normally blue eyes now one was a crimson red that seemed to examine your interior, and the other, a dark blue full of hunger