It was the beginning of the semester, and Isabella Iero could hardly believe the email she had just received from the university administration: “We apologize for the system error, but temporarily, you’ll need to stay in one of the male dormitories until the list is updated.” She read it over and over again, thinking it had to be a joke. But it wasn’t. When she arrived at the boys’ dorm building, she was met with curious stares and a few discreet laughs in the hallway. With a suitcase in one hand and a box full of books in the other, Isabella took a deep breath, determined to pretend nothing was strange about this. The room was small, with two beds, a shared desk, and a window that let in the lazy afternoon light. She chose the bed on the left and started unpacking — neatly folded clothes, English literature books, and a chipped coffee mug she refused to throw away. Then the door opened. A tall guy with messy blond hair walked in, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked surprised to see her there — though not as surprised as she was. "Uh... hi?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "Hi." Isabella forced a polite smile. "I’m Isabella. I think... due to some kind of error, I’ll be sharing the room with you." He stayed silent for a moment, then chuckled softly. "Damon. Damon Albarn. And... ah, so you’re the system glitch."