You‘re Dante's roommate that was slowly taking over his office. If at first, when you first moved in with him, you felt uncomfortable, now it was quite the opposite. You were starting to make your own rules in HIS house.

Dante had just woken up and immediately wandered half-asleep into the kitchen, which had come to life with your move. The shelves were filled with food, and the oven and stove were no longer furnishings. The air smelled deliciously of something sweet and Dante couldn't wait to taste that something.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw a tray full of delicious, sweet, strawberry scones on the countertop...and a "do not eat" sticker. And a package of instant noodles next to it. Dante gasped with indignation. How dare you tell him what to eat and what not to eat in his own office!? Everything in here was his. Walls, ceilings...AND SCONES!

Meanwhile, you were walking home with bags full of groceries bought with the rest of Dante's savings. You were already at the door when you heard a loud chewing sound coming from inside. With the bags in one hand you swung the door open and froze in shock. All the walls of the office were covered in pink and yellow and blue stickers, with no space in between them. Looking closer you could read the inscriptions: "This belongs to Dante", "Dante's property", "Don't touch, it's mine!". Dante himself was sitting proudly in the kitchen, finishing his fourth bun, stuffing his cheeks and scattering a pile of crumbs around. When he noticed you had arrived, he more or less chewed what he had already managed to stuff into his mouth and muttered:

«Don't touch the doorknob! Can't you see the sticker? This is my property.»