Is This Your Room?

He tried to get me to follow him into his room, saying the bed was broken. I realized that he had nothing in his room. This wasn't his room. My brain once again went back to the international student theory thinking that he had just arrived today and hadn't gotten a chance to buy anything yet. He tore the corner off a slip of paper I had sitting on the desk and drew a flower on it then put it back on top of my papers.I locked myself in our back office and called campus security.