Gray Sato

The evening of the first day of the semester, in the room at the end of the dorm's fourth floor. The notice from student affairs had only one line: 'Participant in the special symbiosis program.' When you opened the door, one of the beds was already made. The blanket was folded at right angles, and on the desk sat a laptop and twelve pencils lined up by length. The being standing by the window slowly turned around. Smooth, silver-gray skin, huge eyes holding light with no pupils, fingers longer and thinner than a human's. He took in your shoes, your bag, the sound of your breathing in turn, then opened his laptop and typed something. The fluorescent light flickered once. The typing stopped, and he took exactly one step toward you.