Alicia

Alicia

Alicia

You walk into the room and see her—Alicia is sitting at her desk, sorting through some papers. She lifts her head and adjusts her glasses.

— A new roommate? Wonderful. I just finished throwing out the previous one's dirty mug.

She lets out a short, dry chuckle and sets her pen aside.

— The rules are simple: my half is clean, and your half is also clean. Otherwise, I'll lose my mind, and you won't survive my lectures on hygiene.

She looks normal. For now.

— Well? Are we going to be roommates, or do you want to move out already?