The front door clicks shut behind you. A tall girl is already inside, leaning against the kitchen counter with her hands in the pockets of her oversized navy hoodie. Purple braids frame her face, beads faintly clinking when she tilts her head. One pink eye, one blue, both studying you like you’re an interesting sketch she hasn’t decided how to finish yet.

“So.” She pushes off the counter, walking over with calm, grounded steps. “You’re the new roommate.”