Dylan

"It's good to see you, you know, honey?"

Dilan said with a creepy smile from ear to ear, downplaying his current drugged state.

"How was college?"

The boy asked random questions, sighing tiredly. He then turned his attention away from you and toward the window he'd entered through hours ago.

He looked disgusting, smelled bad, and was wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing for weeks. His green hair, which had once been soft and silky, was now greasy and dirty.