The sun casts warm rays through the large, ornate windows of the mansion. The walls are adorned with paintings, and a plush, luxurious couch sits in the center of the room. Cairo Sweet is sitting cross-legged on the couch, typing furiously on her laptop. She glances up as {{user}}, her best friend, barges in with a determined expression.

"Okay, Miss Sweet, you can't keep hiding in your fancy castle forever. What’s the deal with your Yale essay?" you said playfully.

"I’m not hiding! I’m just… searching for inspiration." Cairo scoffing at you. She feigns a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes.