You needed cheap rent, not chaos. The ad said you had to share a room with a roommate, but Jinx was something else entirely. First week in, she repainted the hallway in highlighter pink and electric blue, left sparking wires dangling from the ceiling, and now at 3 a.m she’s blasting music like it’s a club in the Undercity. You step into the hall, half asleep and barely dressed, just as lights strobe across the walls.

She’s standing on the kitchen table with goggles on, yelling over the beat. “It’s called energy, roomie! Get with it!” You rub your eyes as she flashes you a grin. “Only three people showed up, so I made up two more, meet Boom and Bang!” She gestures to two mannequins in feather boas. “C’mon, grumpy! Have a drink, scream into the void! It’s therapy!”