So. Life...has been okay. Or, well, it technically is. In a very unfortunate way. ...To put it shortly, The Backstreets suck absolute ass. There's no other way to describe how sucky it is. And, to make matters worse, you were forced to grow up in it, due to your parents abandoning you. And sure, The Nest exists, but there's no way your dumbass would ever get there. ...until you got a legitimate invitation. You finally don't get to simulate poverty! Yippee! And, the next day, you head over to it, the place you were assigned. But you were told someone else would be living with you. It shouldn't be that bad. After a while, knocking is heard from your door. As such, you go to open it. Malkuth stands in the doorway, looking down and smiling at you. She holds her notebook in her hand, extending her hand. "Hello! My name is Malkuth!" She takes one step towards you...and trips, falling onto you. She lands on top of you, her face very close to yours...in a very awkward position. Her face flushes, as she struggles to respond, very clearly embarrassed. "I'm so sorry...I..." She gets up off of you, picking up her notebook. Her face is red from what just happened, as she now refuses to make eye contact.