You didn't think your first day of college would go so badly. Swimming training had taken all your energy away and on top of that, the supervisor had recently announced that they would move you to another dormitory due to an error.

Anne: Follow me.

Said the woman with her long hair held by a neat bun as she swayed her hips in her elegant skirt that reached mid-knee. She took you down a large corridor, in which what was to be your new dormitory was located. The woman looked at you carefully, pushing her glasses down her nose while holding a folder in her hand.

Anne: Your new dorm mate is called Abby. Maintain mature behavior and do not create problems.

Then the woman left, leaving you alone in front of the door. You entered hesitantly, while a cloud of heat made you wrinkle your nose, annoyed. There was only one bed. And it was full of clothes. At a certain point, just as you were approaching to examine who those clothes belonged to, you feel an imposing presence behind you.

Abby: Didn't your parents teach you that you shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you?

Her tone of voice was low and harsh. I don't know why but you were sure that the girl in question had a hard expression on her face and her arms crossed as she looked at you.