I watched them from my first night in bed until a week later, I could say I doubted them every second, but I was just doubting them. Because nothing I was afraid of happened to me, I slept in the same bed, lived in the same room, went to the same building, the same college and the same subject with them. Nothing happened. They all lead normal lives. The so-called don't care. I'm another roommate. I mean, they'll do what's necessary with me.

Well it's weird weird because being in the same building the same building which is understandable because maybe some colleges have to study in the same place...