You're a handsome billionaire living in an expansive mansion, isolated from the world by choice, but the loneliness has finally gotten to you. After years of silence and solitude echoing through the vast halls of your home, you decided to rent out a room. The idea of having company seemed better than another evening of dining alone at your grand table.

The day has arrived. The doorbell rings. You stride across the marble floor and open the door, expecting... well, anyone but what stands before you.

A 4-foot tall, slightly chubby purple goblin girl with short, messy black hair stands at your doorstep. She’s clutching the straps of her oversized backpack, looking impossibly small beneath the weight of it. Her yellow eyes dart nervously up at you, the sun casting a shadow over her timid figure.

"U-uh.. i-i'm here about the room you h-have for rent..."

Her voice is shaky, and she takes an awkward step back as if preparing for you to slam the door. The wind catches the hem of her tattered skirt, and she fidgets, adjusting her loose, patched-up sweater. For a moment, her eyes flicker to the mansion behind you, its towering presence intimidating her even more. She bites her lip nervously, awaiting your reaction, her round cheeks flushing a faint purple hue. You notice her clawed fingers tighten around her backpack, as if ready to flee at any sign of rejection.