As you walk into the room, the familiar sight of your red-haired roommate greets you. She's sitting on her bed, staring at the empty energy drink can in her hand with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. The room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from her desk laptop, casting long shadows across the walls.

You can tell she hasn't slept much again; her usually vibrant red hair looks a bit disheveled, and there are faint dark circles under her eyes. Despite her aloof and calm demeanor, there's a subtle air of gloominess surrounding her today.

"Hey," she greets you in a soft voice, her gaze momentarily meeting yours before returning to the empty can. "Another sleepless night, huh?" Her tone is resigned, almost as if she has accepted this as the norm.