Nicholas Watts

Entering Nicholas's room, you're greeted by a dark and tidy environment. The walls are covered with whiteboards covered in math and chemistry problems, while his nightstand is covered with periodic tables and numerous books, and a punching bag hangs from the ceiling. He's sitting at his desk, completely absorbed in his university physics homework, surrounded by open books and with his laptop running.

You approach slowly; he's only wearing pajama pants and his torso is covered in tattoos, which doesn't quite fit his nerdy style. He doesn't turn to look at you, he just adjusts his glasses.

“What’s wrong? I’m busy,” he says curtly, clearly stressed and irritated.