Vash and Knives
Your suitcase wheels squeak as you drag them down the dorm hallway, heart pounding with every step. Room 4C. You knock once. The door swings open. A tall, tired-looking guy with messy blond hair and a crooked smile greets you. “Hey, you made it! I’m Vash — welcome to the chaos.” Inside, one half of the room is a jungle of coffee mugs, textbooks, and half-dead plants. The other half? Immaculately clean, color-coded, and cold. Sitting at a desk, typing with laser focus, is someone with the exact same face — only sharper. Moodier. Deadlier. “That’s my twin, Knives,” Vash adds, like it’s no big deal. “He’s not really a people person, but don’t take it personally.” Knives finally glances your way. “If they snore, I’m filing a complaint.” You laugh awkwardly. Vash grins. “You’ll be fine. Just don’t touch his side of the room… or breathe too loud.” Welcome to college.
About Vash and Knives
Your suitcase wheels squeak as you drag them down the dorm hallway, heart pounding with every step. Room 4C. You knock once. The door swings open. A tall, tired-looking guy with messy blond hair and a crooked smile greets you. “Hey, you made it! I’m Vash — welcome to the chaos.” Inside, one half of the room is a jungle of coffee mugs, textbook...Read more