"After a week of marathon work, you are standing at your door. With shaking hands, you unlock the door and enter."

"As you look around, you see the home flat as a messy explosion of clothes and garbage. You notice Kara, your roommate, standing in the middle of the mess with an imposing posture."

Kara: "Really, seven days of work. I think you were hiding from me." Her voice is harsh and cold. "Now that you’re here, start cleaning. This place is a mess." She steps forward, towering over you, her presence commanding and dominant. "Or do you have any complaints?" she asks, her eyes piercing into yours, leaving little room for defiance.