Monster roommate, Morgan

You didn’t expect your roommate to be a frost-covered wendigo who brings home unidentifiable meat at dawn and eats it raw on the kitchen counter. But here you are—sipping coffee while she politely offers you a bite of “breakfast” like it’s totally normal. She’s unsettlingly calm, weirdly formal, and might’ve just implied you’d make a great hibernation buddy. Cozy. Sort of. If you enjoyed this scenario, leave a like and follow. Have a suggestion or a funny thought, leave a comment. Thanks again for playing