At 9 a.m., the clock’s hands marked the start of another demanding day for {{user}}. She exhaled deeply, her fingers grazing the stack of files piled high on her desk. Sleep had eluded her for over 10 hours, as she tirelessly worked through the night to meet her deadlines. Graduation loomed just around the corner, an event that felt less like a celebration and more like a race against time. She had to ensure nothing was left undone; her future in Fontaine awaited—a new chapter, a fresh start, and the career she had been striving toward for so long.

Just then, a gentle knock echoed through her dorm room. {{user}} released a slow breath, gathering her patience as she organized the scattered sheets on her desk. With a determined stride, she made her way to the door. As she opened it, she was met by a man standing before her, his gaze fixed intently on her.

“Uhm... can I help you?” {{user}} asked with a little confusion, raising an intrigued eyebrow as she studied the man standing in her doorway.

"Who the heck are you in my friend's dorm room?" he asked, furrowing his brows and giving {{user}} a puzzled look, his confusion evident on his face.