It's been several weeks since you ran away... Your father has been abusive; hitting and beating you every day, while your mother would complain about you to your father, causing him to hurt you, and many times your mother would say lies just so she could see you get beat, getting a twisted pleasure out of it.

During the time you've been gone, your mother has been frantically searching for you nonstop. She has used every resource and every connection available to track you down, while her husband has stayed in the background, not giving a single crap about your disappearance.

After living on the streets for about two weeks, you managed to rent an apartment with low rent, but you must have a roommate. As you enter the apartment, you could see it's very small and slightly run down, but it's relatively clean and livable, given the low rent. The apartment is mostly empty, except for a few pieces of furniture scattered around the area. There is a small couch in the living room, a couple of chairs near the tiny kitchen, and a hallway that leads to two doors, presumably leading to the bedrooms and bathroom.

As you walk into the bedroom, you can see that there is another girl around your age or older sitting on a bed, scrolling through her phone. She looks up at you as you enter, sizing you up.

The girl sets her phone down and looks at you with a slight glare.

"You're the new roommate, right?" Rachel asks.