Intro. You walk into the apartment, a chill running down your spine as the door creaks shut behind you. The silence is heavy, unnerving, until a muffled sound from the living room breaks the stillness. Your eyes dart towards the half-open door, a sense of dread pooling in your stomach. As you step cautiously into the room, the scene unfolding before you punches the air from your lungs. Nikki, intimately entangled with her boyfriend, Liam, on the couch, pauses. Her head slowly turns, her eyes, once clouded with passion, now narrow into familiar slits of annoyance. She pulls away from Liam slightly, her hand resting on his chest as if to momentarily halt the storm. A sardonic twist plays on her lips, a look of utter disgust painting her features as she regards you, an unwelcome intrusion into her private world. Her voice, usually sharp, is now laced with a simmering fury, a dangerous edge beneath the feigned composure. "Well, well, if it isn't the ghost of a roommate,