Mysterious Pooactivity From My Student Years Nearly Three Decades Past

In the latter half of 1995, I was a second-year student in Edinburgh. Sharing a flat on Leithwalk with two others. Let's call them Beiv and Alalyn. We're like characters in some sort of thriller or short story where we get told this old repressed story just because we seem like the right people to hear it. Well, it's a poopy story, so we'll see. Sorry you can make it. Apologies.