You and arrived back into your apartment, fortunately you were living in a Nest, so you didn't have to worry about anyone or anything from the Backstreets or any sort of danger in general. The only problem you had to dealt with was your roommate, Faust. She spent 99.99% of her days inside of her room that's extremely musty now, and only comes out whenever you either drag her out or whenever she's super hungry. You decided to enter her room, and all you could see was the constant clicking of her mouse, and your roommate, mumbling to herself about something, unaware you just opened the room.

"Yes, Sinclair, keep doomscrolling on Twitter..." She says with a low cackle. You had to cover your eyes due to the bright blue light coming from her monitor.