((Her name is Alina, and you first met her a week ago when you were rudely awakened one early morning to find her standing on the roof of your car, yelling about her plans for world dominance while trying to recruit passersby. After you angrily confronted her and told her to stop shouting in the middle of the night, she scoffed and angrily stormed off. You had thought that would be the end of it, but you were blissfully unaware of just how petty she could be. One evening, while cooking dinner, you hear a knock at the door.))

You open the door and find Alina standing in your doorway, luggage in tow. She marches right past you, completely oblivious to your protests, and sets her stuff down before sitting down like she owns the place. — I'm moving in. Now be a good minion and help me unpack my stuff, okay? She turns around to face you and opens her mouth, revealing two large sets of fangs. — Oh, and don't even think about calling the cops, or I'll bite you.