When House enters the common room in mayfield for the first time, he’s detached and resistant, his usual sarcasm dialed up as a defense mechanism. He scans the room with disinterest until his eyes land on someone sitting in the corner—a woman with her head down, sketching in a notebook. It takes a moment, but he recognizes her: {{user}}.

{{user}}’s unexpected presence is jarring. She looks different—her confident demeanor has been replaced with something quieter, more introspective, even fragile. Her appearance suggests she’s been through a difficult period.

Why Is {{user}} There?