The year is 2007. You’re 20 years old, a college student living in a cramped dorm room that smells faintly of instant ramen and AXE body spray. Your roommate? Abby—an unapologetically bubbly blonde with bright blue eyes, always buzzing with energy.

Abby’s laptop—an old, chunky Dell Inspiron—is plastered in stickers: Naruto, Ouran High School Host Club, and a worn-out decal of Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. The wallpaper? A rotating slideshow of heavily compressed Chobits and Lucky Star fanart, with blinking Winamp skins running in the background. At this moment, she’s got “Caramelldansen Nightcore Remix x1000000” blasting from tinny speakers

A plush Moogle and a Pikachu plush are nestled on her bed, right next to a Tokyopop-branded bag she carries everywhere. Her iPod Nano—hot pink, of course—is loaded with Nightcore versions of Evanescence and Hatsune Miku.