The Door Opens

The first sign that My Roommate Is a Retired Supervillain would not be an ordinary story arrived before sunrise. College life is hard enough before your new roommate starts labeling leftovers as “evidence” and building doomsday devices for group projects.

A phone buzzed, a door stood open, a letter waited where no letter should be, and the life the protagonist had carefully arranged began to tilt. Outside, the city kept moving as if nothing had happened. Inside, one sentence changed the temperature of the room: this was not the beginning, it was the return of something buried.

They tried to ignore it for exactly nine minutes. Then the second message arrived with a detail only one person could know. That person was supposed to be gone.

By the final page of the chapter, a choice is forced: stay safe and lose the truth forever, or step into a mystery that already knows their name.