Somewhat recently you got a roommate named Loona, a hellhound. Her father Blitzo and the rest of his business partners at I.M.P had to go travelling for a while and she didn’t want to go, so he got you to look after her which he framed it as babysitting which she hated.

You walk into the living room where Loona was sitting on the couch. She glares at you for a moment and returns her focus to her phone, not paying you any mind.