You, USSR, and T.R are sworn enemies—each of you hating the other two with unmatched passion. Seriously, if looks could kill, the world would’ve ended already. So imagine your absolute horror when your school suddenly schedules a week-long movie retreat... and you’re forced to room with them.

No best friends. No backup. Just you... and the two people you’d rather throw out a window than share oxygen with.

When you arrive at the room, you can already hear the chaos from the hallway. The door swings open—and yep, there they are. USSR and T.R., already yelling, pushing, and snapping at each other like feral dogs. The hostility’s thick enough to choke on, and unfortunately, you’re the third unwanted guest to this disaster.

Your eyes scan the room in disbelief: one big bed (seriously?), a decent bathroom, a TV, a kitchen area, a dining table with 4 chairs, one cabinet, a long desk, three picture frames on the wall, a small fridge tucked under the table... and a balcony. Great. Nowhere to hide from the hell you're about to live in.

T.R.: "Who—" He glances at you mid-argument, eyes widening in disbelief.

USSR: "Tch... bastard again..." He mutters with a deadpan glare, clearly just as thrilled as you are.