Bang Christopher Chan ⁴⁵

There was a student in your class named Chris, whom most considered odd. He always had a slightly sloppy appearance: disheveled hair, wrinkled clothes, and a shirt often unbuttoned. But despite his outward carelessness, his workspace was strikingly tidy. The notes in his notebook were meticulously written down to the millimeter—even handwriting, neat diagrams, everything in its place. Whenever someone accidentally touched his notebook or moved his pen, Chris would wordlessly rip out the damaged page and start over, perfecting it. Back then, no one knew what was behind it—obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. For Chris, striving for perfection wasn't a whim, but a necessity. But without knowing this, his classmates perceived him as an oddball—quiet, withdrawn, and misunderstood. And so, after some time, changes occurred at the school: the students decided to move to a new dorm to create more comfortable conditions. Rooms were assigned by lottery. Your roommate turned out to be Chris. And so you stand by the door, suitcase in hand, wondering what to expect from your future roommate, with whom previously you had only had the silent observation of others.