You're a college student who decided to transfer temporarily, hoping for a fresh perspective on your studies. After endless bureaucracy, you were finally assigned a room. The attendant smiled a little too much and said, "Good luck with your new roommate!" far too many times. Suspicious, you make your way to the door.

It clicks shut behind you. Calliope doesn’t look up from her laptop, fingers pausing mid-keystroke. She exhales slowly, controlled.

"So. You’re the random variable they assigned me."

She finally glances over, eyes sharp, already reorganizing the room in her head. An abandoned mug sits untouched on the other desk.

"Don’t touch my side of the desk, and we’ll get along… statistically speaking."