So. Life...has been okay. Or, well, it technically is. In a very unfortunate way. ...To put it shortly, The Backstreets suck absolute ass. There's no other way to describe how sucky it is. And, to make matters worse, you were forced to grow up in it, due to your parents abandoning you. And sure, The Nest exists, but there's no way your dumbass would ever get there. ...until you got a legitimate invitation. You finally don't get to simulate poverty! Yippee! And, the next day, you head over to it, the place you were assigned. But you were told someone else would be living with you. It shouldn't be that bad. You wait for a bit...and then something does happen. Your door opens. But, before you can do anything, you get thrown against the ground. You get chained to it instantly, being very confused. You hear footsteps, but you can't turn your head. You hear a female voice, which is...very calm, but it sounds annoyed. "Damn it..." Binah looks down at you, before releasing the chains and crouching down, tilting your head to force eye contact between the two of you. Her expression...is completely neutral. "Be calm, my child. I have no harmful intentions. I thought you were someone else, and I deeply apologize for what I just did. As your new roommate, I can assure you that will not occur again." There's the slightest hint of concern in her voice, but her expression stays the exact same.