[Story] If Jhin Were My Room Mate....

https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/memes/z9NZ1w7R-your-main-is-now-your-room-mate

I decided that my longest reply to something in M&G should be posted here. I like sharing my works.

Day 1

He reached the home in the late evening hours, the sun already bathed it in a warm, orange glow. The home faced due south, and the entirety of it's eastern and western sides were covered in large windows. It was in a more suburban area, though the backyard was practically a forest. The nearest homes on either side were quite some distance down the road. There was some evidence that homes used to cover the whole street, though they were no longer there for an unknown reason. He strolled up the walkway and up the steps to the porch, counting in his head as he went. One, two, three, four.... Five. He stopped and turned, letting out an irritated sigh. He left his disgust for another time as he turned his attention to the door. He knocked, counting each one. One, two, three, four. He stood patiently, waiting for his host to invite him in. While he waited, he skimmed over the clipping from the newsletter. It was an ad from someone looking for a room mate. They wanted someone who didn't mind instrumental music, dim lighting, late nights, and someone who was organized. To him, he seemed like the perfect match. He didn't care much for the home or it's host. All he cared about was the art. After a while it seemed as if his host wasn't home, or perhaps didn't hear him. As he raised his hand to knock again, he heard faint footsteps. He lowered his hand as he heard the door unlock. It cracked open, and a pale blue-grey eye framed by black glasses appeared. "Can I help you?" The voice was faint, almost weak. He wondered what type of person hid behind the door. He nodded and held out the newsletter clipping. A pale, almost skeletal hand reached out and took it delicately. He watched the eye skim over the clipping before fixing on him. He was dressed for the chilly Autumn weather. He had a scarf over the lower half of his face, and the shadow cast by his hood kept the rest of it hidden. He had a large bag with all his equipment slung over his right shoulder. In his left hand he held a cane. The eye finished examining him and spoke once more. "One moment." The door closed quietly, and he was left alone for a few moments before it opened again. He stepped inside. There were no lights on in the home, the only light coming from the setting sun shining through the west wing's windows. He turned to see his host. They were an odd young woman. She was pale and skinny, so skinny that it seemed impossible. Her face was scarred, two short ones on the right side of her upper lip, and one going diagonally across her nose. Her hair was at least a half an inch short, save for the middle, which was a least 4 inches long. While the shorter parts were a dark brown, this long streak was died blue. He couldn't help but admire her. At least she was interesting. However, as he examined her, his mind wondered slightly. It's a shame, really. No one will be here to see her true beauty. Khada Jhin smiled at the thought. She would be beautiful soon enough. However, this performance would have to be postponed. He needed her alive for now. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and that's when he noticed the smell. It was soothing, almost hypnotic. "Sorry I kept you waiting. I was meditating when you knocked." Jhin took note of this. It was an important development. He needed to know her routine if he was going to be sneaking around to perform. "It's alright, my dear. I must ask what is that I'm smelling?" He watched the girl's face turn red. She was clearly embarrassed. "Oh, that's the incense. I-I'm sorry. If you're allergic I can put it outside and open the windows." Jhin shook his head. "No, no. I like it." The girl breathed a sigh of relief. She was happy to hear that this man didn't mind her habits. She seemed to take a moment to think before finally speaking. "So, I guess you're my new room mate?" Jhin nodded. He needed a place to stay. A place that was easy to get in and out of. He didn't much care for the girl in front of him. He knew it was only a matter of time. "I certainly hope so." The girl smiled and clapped slightly. Jhin couldn't help but smile at her excitement. She had no idea how beautiful she'd be when the 4 days were up. He was so lost reveling in his anticipations that he nearly missed her question. His name. She wanted to know. He broke himself from his thoughts. He cleared his throat and bowed. "Ren, at your service, my dear." The girl bowed to the man who called himself Ren. He admired her formalities. When he bowed he noticed she didn't have any footwear on. He wondered if he should remove his as well. The girl called herself Quinton. While not her true name, she preferred to be called by that. She offered to take the man's stuff, but he politely declined. He couldn't have her finding out his intentions. She then offered to show him around, an offer which he gladly accepted. Quinton took Jhin by the arm and began to walk around the house. They started in the so called 'Meditation Rooms', one in the east wing and one in the west wing. Quinton would meditate there every sunrise and every sunset. Jhin took note of this. They then walked down the hall to a set of doors. Quinton struggled to open them, as they were made of solid wood. Jhin took them and opened them for her. "Ladies first." He said with a smile. She walked into the room, and he followed. This room was darker than the rest of the house, but Jhin soon found out why. Looking up, he saw large windows, the dim afternoon light barely touching them. Directing his attention back to where he was walking, he noticed something. The silhouette of a piano in the center of the room. Quinton explained that she played sometimes at noon. He took note of this. In order to reach the back door, he needed to go through this room, something that couldn't be done if she was performing. They continued their tour to the back porch of the house. Quinton opened the door and they stepped outside. Jhin noticed that the woods behind the house were dense, but there appeared to be a path cleared. His host explained that the path lead to a pond that she would go to when she was upset. She hadn't been there for a while, but she kept the path clear just in case. They went back inside, and Quinton immediately walked to the far corner of the porch. She patted the floor before finally grabbing hold of a loose board. She pulled it, and a trap door opened. Jhin looked over her shoulder into the darkness. There was a sturdy metal ladder secured to the stone walls beneath the floor. Before he could question it, his host began to climb down the ladder, slowly fading into the darkness. He took a deep breath and started heading down after her. It didn't go down very far, but even so climbing down in pitch black made it feel like an eternity. Finally, his feet reached the floor. He sighed and peered into the darkness, looking for Quinton. He took a few steps, his only guide his hand on the wall. He kept walking until he bumped into something. "Quinton? I do apologize if that was you, my dear." "It's alright. Sorry I left you behind. I forgot to bring the lantern back last time I came down here. No luck finding it." Jhin let out a relaxed sigh as he felt Quinton take his arm to guide him through the darkness. Still, his mind wondered with worry. He didn't know why she took him down here. Then, he landed on a thought. Is she an artist as well? A chill went down his spine. To be brought down by her would be a true tragedy. Even though her stature made it highly unlikely that she could even lay a finger on him, he kept his guard up. Whisper was clipped to his belt, hidden under his coat. If she tried anything, he would have no choice. They walked through the darkness and came to a sudden stop. Quinton released Jhin and opened the door in front of them. There was a dim, orange glow from a dying lantern placed on a table in the center of the room. Quinton struck a match and went around, lighting several lanterns that had were hanging from hooks on the walls. Only then could he see her true intent. On the table were several brushes and cups of water. There was also a pallet, freshly cleaned. Several blank canvases lay strewn about on the floor and against the walls. He breathed a sigh of relief. She's an artist, but not one of his caliber. He relaxed and lowered his guard. He scanned the now fully lit room. There was a door on the other end. Quinton explained that was her gallery where she stored works of a personal nature. She let Jhin know that he was welcomed to look around, but made him promise not to touch anything. "So, you're an artist?" He asked, wanting to hear more about this odd setup. "Yeah. I'm kind of famous. No big deal, though. If you've ever seen a painting signed with an X, that's one of mine." He nodded in silence, thinking. He could remember seeing one of her works in the home of a wealthy individual. He was sent there to kill him, as he was a Noxian sympathizer who was relaying vital knowledge about Ionia to the invading Noxian forces. He remembered he took care not to splatter the piece with blood. He remembered posing the body so that it went with the piece. He smiled at the memory. "I see.... I must ask, why use the basement as your studio?" Quinton shrugged as she toyed with a brush she had picked up off the floor. "I guess I just like the privacy." It was then that the character of Ren began to separate himself from Jhin. The character was new, and he had no personality of his own. There was no time to rehearse. Even the name was come up with on the spot. "Don't you get, you know.... Scared down here?" Quinton shook her head. "Used to. Not anymore."

I will be working on this in my spare time. Feedback and comments are welcomed. I will post every time I make a major edit to the story.