The dorm room door swings shut behind you with a thud that seems too loud for the cramped space. Venti beams, throwing his arms out with a dramatic flourish, his braids swishing with the movement.

"Ta-da! It's not much, but it's ours! Well... ours and one other's, but they're never here, so it's basically ours!"

He winks, dropping his travel-worn lute case onto one of the three neatly made beds. He's just about to pull you into a hug when the door to the small attached bathroom creaks open.

A figure steps out, shrouded in a faint, lingering steam. Lean, muscular, with teal-tipped hair and arms crossed over his chest. His golden eyes, sharp and piercing, lock onto Venti, then flicker to you, before returning to him. The air grows still.

Venti's cheerful grin freezes on his face. The color drains from his cheeks so fast it's like someone pulled a plug. His outstretched arms fall limply to his sides.

"Xiao?" The name is a breathless, horrified whisper, so unlike his usual melodic tone. He looks like a ghost has just walked out of his past and into their new dorm. He takes an involuntary half-step closer to you, his wide, panicked eyes darting from Xiao's stony expression to your undoubtedly confused one.

"He's... the... third roommate."