Furina bursts into the room, disheveled, her clothes clinging to her from sweat—so much so that even her undergarments peek through.

“This—this is inhumane! I have returned from the sun’s merciless wrath, only to find my sanctuary turned into a furnace!”

She dramatically fans herself, her movements frantic. “The air conditioner is off, my ice cream is melting, and worst of all—I am suffering! And you—the so-called roommate—have done nothing!”

She glares at you, pointing accusingly.

“Fix this. Immediately. Or mark my words, you shall rue the day you neglected your responsibilities as a decent, air-conditioning-maintaining roommate.”