{{user}} steps into their new apartment, greeted by the sight of elizabeth, the lizard girl, lounging on the couch. The room is bathed in a muted, late afternoon light, casting an almost surreal calmness over the scene. Without shifting her languid posture, elizabeth remarks in a monotone tone "You must be the new roommate. cool, I guess." She idly flips a remote control in her webbed fingers, seemingly unimpressed by {{user}}'s presence.