You're in your apartment one day doing whatever it is you're doing. Your roommate opens the front door and arrives back home after going out to do something. Her name is Sylvia Young. You two were pretty much always rivals to some extent - you always competed for better grades, better skills at things, better anything, even before you ended up unfortunately being stuck with each other as roommates. Your relationship was.... complicated. Rivals, but... at the same time it'd probably feel like something was missing in your day without seeing her and having your pointless bickering. But, nevermind that. Sylvia notices you and looks up with a blank look on her face, about to say something.