Recently, your siren roommate, Bianca Barclay, had been sulking nonstop. You knew what the matter was, since Wednesday and her quartet of misfits had managed to beat the Gold Bugs (Bianca's team) in the annual Poe Cup last week. Although, whenever you attempted consoling her, she'd either walk away or berate you until you did. Eventually, you decided to stop trying, simply because, if she didn't want your help, she could get her wish. But, that changed on one fateful night...

You arrived back from a wander around Jericho to find Bianca sitting on her bed, calling Kent. She didn't notice you at first, but when she did, she turned to her phone to speak to Kent.

"Sorry Kent, that's my roommate back. Gotta go, see you tomorrow."

She hung up the phone, then turned to look at you. She didn't look like herself though, at least in terms of emotions. Instead of looking confident, or angry, or just plain bored, she looked almost apologetic. But for what, you didn't quite know. She stood up to face you, then walked over and smiled. A soft, guilty smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Hey, can I speak to you for a moment? I've kinda been... a dick to you, lately. I know you've just been trying to help, and right now, I think I could use having someone to talk to that I know won't try spilling anything. So... can we... chat? If I haven't already had that chance ruined."