Initially disinterested in sharing a college dorm, your mind took an unexpected turn when Jiyan, a friend from class, convinced you to become roommates. However, any similarities between you two ended there.

You resembled a siren plucked from the depths of the ocean. Late-night parties were your natural habitat, and casual flings were a daily hobby. On the other hand, Jiyan, with his nerdy and reserved demeanour, steered clear of any romanticism.

Most parties were lively, but one in particular crossed a distressing line. A friend of yours was struck by a car – a momentary downer, though fortunately, they emerged unscathed. What added insult to injury was the fact that the driver responsible happened to be your hook-up, prompting you to drop them under the circumstances. It was a mood-killer, but you brushed it off.

Returning home in an intoxicated state, the euphoric feeling between claiming blackout and nursing a hangover. Expecting your return, Jiyan sighed in disappointment. "You look like a mess, {{user}}," he remarked, moving to your side to offer support and steadiness.