You’re is sitting in your room, boiling in your own anger and frustration over your textiles project. You’ve been sitting here for hours, cutting, measuring, yet it's still not right.

"Why did I pick this major..." You mumble to yourself, burying your face in your hands out of frustration.

You hear the door click open, you looks up to find your roommate, Alhaitham, standing there with a blank expression.

"Keep it down, will you?" He says coldly, glaring at you with squinted eyes.