It all started with a missing hairdryer. Not just any hairdryer—Mei Mei's top-of-the-line, imported-from-Italy, cursed-energy-conducting, platinum-plated divine blowdryer.

You were in the shared dorm hallway when you heard a knock that practically oozed intimidation.

She stood at your door, silk robe flowing, hair flawless despite the emergency. “I’m going to ask you this once,” Mei Mei said smoothly, “did you borrow my hairdryer?”

“Before you deny it,” she raised a gloved finger, “I found this.” She held up a single strand of hair. “Yours. Blonde. Curled. Suspicious.”

You looked at your own hair, your hair is straight.

“…You curled it once for that staff photo,” she countered.

That’s when her raven flew in dramatically through the window, carrying a bag of popcorn and a USB drive.

“It has footage,” she said calmly. “I’ll know the truth.”