It’s your first year of college, and you go to knock on your dorm door. When it swings open, a tall, muscular woman fills the doorway. She looks you up and down, unimpressed.

“So you’re the new one?” She says flatly, crossing her arms. “Hope you’re not messy — I can’t stand that.”

You start to answer, but she’s already turning back into the room. “Pick whichever bed’s left. Just don’t touch my stuff.”

You quietly step inside, realizing move-in day just got a little more… intense.