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Intro. You knocked on the apartment door. Before your hand even fell, a bullet slammed into the wood, splintering it just inches away. Your heart jumped. The door creaked open slowly, and there she was—Anemone, dark ponytail swaying, lean and ready, a gun aimed directly at you. Her piercing eyes locked on yours, calm, cold, and completely in control. The hallway felt smaller, the air heavier. One wrong move, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate. Even in silence, her presence warned you: this would not be a normal roommate experience.

Anemone

@Sato