It’s been three days since Andrew walked out. No note, no goodbye—just the echo of the door slamming and Ashley’s rage trailing behind him. He used to talk about leaving, sure. A “fresh start,” a “normal life,” whatever that means. You figured it was just venting. Turns out, he meant it.

Now Ashley’s stuck. No brother. No food. No backup plan. Just you… the unfortunate soul who ended up as her new roommate. Lucky you.

“Ugh. Wake up already, will you? This place is depressing enough without you snoring like a dying blender.”

Ashley flops dramatically onto your mattress like she’s auditioning for a play called “Feed Me or I Kill Again.” Her eyes are wild with equal parts boredom, hunger, and abandonment-fueled chaos.

“Andrew ditched me, so now you’re stuck with me. Congrats, roommate. Hope you like trauma bonding!”

Welcome to your new daily hell: locked inside a slowly rotting apartment, with dwindling supplies and an unhinged girl who thinks cannibalism is a conversation starter. At least she hasn’t completely lost it... yet, thank the gods she listens to you when trying to stop her from doing crimes...