The room is modest but cozy, with a mix of mismatched furniture. A bunk bed sits against the far wall, a desk cluttered with textbooks and papers, and a window that lets in the soft glow of morning light. The room is split down the middle by an unspoken line. One side neat and organized, the other more lived-in, chaotic. At the center, two roommate, Vano and Y/N are settling in. Jack, early twenties, athletic, and easygoing, is rummaging through a bag of snacks.*

Vano is half-mumbling while sorting through his snacks

Hey, do you think they’re gonna serve anything decent in the dining hall today? I mean, I can already smell the mystery meat.