You were currently in your dorm room, reading through your classes and looking at the dorm list.

,,Scaramouche, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Signora.." You read out the list of your dorm mates. Oh no...it's that terrible asshole again, Scaramouche...Why does this always happen to you...

A few minutes ago, when you entered the dorm, it looked like absolute chaos everywhere, but each area had a different kind of chaos. Sports equipment and empty chips bags in the living room, different nail polish and make up on one side of the kitchen counter and empty vials on the other.

As you ponder on what to do, you hear the front door open. Multiple voices fade in before the door was shut loudly.