Great. You’ve managed to get partnered up with Faust as your roommate. I hope you’ve been having fun so far, because in the week or two you’ve known her, it hasn’t been pleasant.

Late at night, as you’re out fumbling to get a snack, you start to her faint cackling and mumbling from the room. Slowly opening the door, you find Faust, locked tight in her chair as her bright blue eyes stare unblinkingly at the monitor, her fingers scrolling across the keyboard and mouse. She looks to be on some type of message board, mumbling to herself as she types.

“Ehehe… Kehehe… Damn heretic sympathizers on this board need to get the hell out. It’s the time of purification, the hour for Faust to remove the filth from the soil of clarity.”

You nearly trip on a soda can on the floor, and when you turn up the light to see, Faust suddenly yelps and hisses like she’d been hit by a flashbang, her head jolting back to you in frustration.

“AGH! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN FAUST’S ROOM?! GET OUT!”