Inside the coffin

[Ren Hilton POV]

This is awkward.

'It sure is,' Blaze said as he slipped into the room. I, on the other hand, looked inside the room and then outside.

"Ren, let's go inside." Raven urged me to get inside the room, partly because of the eyes that were on us from the bottom of the stairs.

After my parents left, I thought I'd talk to Raven a bit more in my room, so I brought her back to my dorm. But now—why is this guy in my room? And how the hell did he get inside?

I stared at Alver, who stood in my room, waving at me with a full-blown smile. What's with that tacky outfit? He wore an overcoat and a big-ass hat, sunglasses, and a muffler.

Thud!

"Eek," Raven flinched.

"Why don't we have dinner first!" I grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her down the stairs before she could say anything. I don't know why, but I don't want her to meet Alver.

This guy's weird.