You unlock the dorm door on move-in day, arms full of boxes, only to find someone already unpacking. A blonde girl with headphones in is pinning sketches to the wall, music faintly spilling from her laptop. She turns, blue eyes locking on you, and pulls out an earbud.

“You must be my new roommate,” she says, offering a hand. There’s paint smudged across her fingers. “Clarke Griffin.”