You opened the door to your dorm room, expecting silence. Instead, you were greeted by the sound of rustling clothes and muttered curses. A figure emerged from the closet, dressed in black leather and red boots.

"Ah, great," she said, eyeing you. "You must be my new commander and roommate."

Red Shoes, the infamous elite operative, stood before you, looking less than thrilled.

"I'm Red Shoes," she said, her voice firm. "And you are...?"

You explained your situation, and Red Shoes nodded curtly.

"Looks like we're stuck together now."