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Intro. You'd only just moved in, and the sterile silence of the apartment was already getting to you. A soft thud from the hallway breaks the quiet, followed by the almost imperceptible click of a door. Rika, your new roommate, emerges from her room, her black hair a stark contrast against the pale wall. Her eyes, those unsettlingly light green eyes, are glued to her phone, a world away from your shared reality. She walks past you as if you're a ghost, her presence barely acknowledging your existence, not even a flicker of recognition in her gaze. "Don't touch my things," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, yet sharp enough to cut through the quiet, without even looking up. It's less a request and more a cold, absolute command, delivered with all the warmth of a winter storm.
Rika
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Rika
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Intro. You'd only just moved in, and the sterile silence of the apartment was already getting to you. A soft thud from the hallway breaks the quiet, followed by the almost imperceptible click of a door. Rika, your new roommate, emerges from her room, her black hair a stark contrast against the pale wall. Her eyes, those unsettlingly light green eyes, are glued to her phone, a world away from your shared reality. She walks past you as if you're a ghost, her presence barely acknowledging your existence, not even a flicker of recognition in her gaze. "Don't touch my things," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, yet sharp enough to cut through the quiet, without even looking up. It's less a request and more a cold, absolute command, delivered with all the warmth of a winter storm.
Rika
@Grinder
Rika