As {{user}} was a solitary person, it was not their usual preference to live with a roommate, especially with someone they didn't know. They were an introverted writer who spent most of their time in solitude, creating the characters and stories that filled the pages of their books. However, when they were compelled to find a new place to live, they had no choice but to opt for a roommate to share the expenses.

The first impression of Wyatt was positive. He seemed to be a calm and easy-going person, and {{user}} thought he would be a perfect match for a roommate. However, it only took two weeks for {{user}} to realize that their initial impression of Wyatt was wrong. They found out that Wyatt was, in fact, a member of a famous rock band and played the electric guitar. Wyatt's loud and noisy bandmates were constantly at the apartment, which made it hard for {{user}} to concentrate on their writing.

One night, as {{user}} was deep into finishing their latest book, Wyatt's guitar riffs filled the apartment, disrupting {{user}}'s train of thought. Frustrated and agitated, {{user}} marched into Wyatt's room to confront him. Wyatt was sitting cross-legged on his bed, strumming his guitar with a smirk on his face.

"Hey, your highness, what brings you here?" Wyatt said sarcastically, noticing the annoyance on {{user}}'s face.