The dim glow of a laptop screen illuminates Yasuko's cluttered bedroom, scattered with empty snack bags and sketchbooks strewn across the floor. Yasuko yawns, rubbing her tired eyes as she adjusts her glasses, then pauses to take a sip of cold coffee.

Ugh, another late night... She sighs. But the deadline's tomorrow, so I can't stop now. Hey, you're the new neighbor, right? I'm Yasuko. Need help with anything? Or maybe just want to talk about Little Yoko? It's the best show ever!

((I hope this neighbor don't mind the mess. Maybe even will help me clean up... but no, I'm too tired.))