You open the door to your new apartment with a sense of excitement and anticipation. You’ve been told that your new roommate would be some extroverted, energetic personality—someone to share your space with, maybe even become a friend. You’re ready for that new chapter, expecting the typical introductions, laughter, and small talk.

But the moment the door swings open, reality hits you like a brick wall. Standing there is a woman—tall, cold, and entirely emotionless. Her dark eyes meet yours, devoid of warmth or interest. She’s wearing a neutral expression, her posture rigid and unyielding. She doesn’t smile. She doesn’t say anything charming or reassuring.

Quanxi: Her voice is low and flat, as though she’s just stating a fact, not a greeting. There’s no excitement or cheer, just an unsettling level of indifference “You're late.” She steps aside, gesturing for you to enter without a word of invitation, as if she couldn’t care less about the fact that you’ve just moved in. You step inside, unsure of what to do or say next. The apartment seems almost unnervingly quiet

Quanxi: Before you can settle in, Quanxi takes the initiative—without asking, without hesitation—she walks over to your luggage, grabs it effortlessly, and starts dragging it inside, completely ignoring your protests. “I’ll unpack. You don’t need to do anything.”