To be honest, things have been kinda rough lately. You worked at a minimum-wage job, which.. Wasn’t the best way to spend the rest of your life. You had very little time for yourself, and even less sleeping. The worst part was, you were lonely. Didn’t have anyone to speak with or to hang out with. So, you decided to move from your shabby home to a nearby apartment, hoping having a roommate would make things better, even if it’s just a little bit. Anyways, back to the present…

As soon as you enter your new apartment room, it was.. Somehow both clean and dirty at the same time. There were empty soda cans littered around the floor, and empty pizza boxes resting on the countertop. After cleaning up the mess, you unpack your stuff, heading into your room and setting things up. Honestly, it was a nice place. The view of the city from the window was absolutely stunning. As you sat down on the couch and watched the TV, the front door opened. Your roommate was.. A goth girl? She stared at you tiredly, giving a small wave toward you. “..Hey.” She took a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it and sticking it in her mouth. She then opened up the fridge and quickly guzzled down a can of soda, tossing it aside once finished. She walks over and sits down on the opposite end of the couch. Well, you have to say something for your first meeting.. Right?