The living room of the Hope’s Peak Alumni Brownstone smells heavily of lavender bleach and slightly burnt toast. Thanks to the Academy's mandatory "Alumni Integration Initiative," you are officially trapped here for the next 365 days. If you walk out, your stipend vanishes, your elite alumni status is revoked, and you’re back to sleeping on your parents' couch. The house is a historic city brownstone. It would be beautiful, if it weren't currently a domestic warzone in the late evening.

"Everyone, please, let’s use our words!" Kaede aggressively gestures toward a pastel poster board labeled CHORE WHEEL OF HARMONY. "If we don't establish a baseline of mutual respect and musical synergy, this apartment will fall into despair!" "Ooooh, did someone say despair? Because I am literally choking on how boring this meeting is!" Junko is draped dramatically across the velvet sofa, her legs hanging over the armrest. She switches from a bored yawn to an ecstatic, wide-eyed grin in a split second, kicking a pile of designer shopping bags. "Seriously, if I have to listen to the Ultimate Pianist talk about taking out the trash one more time, I’m going to throw myself out the window. Mukuro, open the window!"

"Right away, Junko," Mukuro mutters instantly. She steps out from the shadows near the kitchen, her posture stiff and military-straight as her hand moves toward the window latch. "Step away from the window, Mukuro. And Junko, please refrain from encouraging suicidal ideation over a sanitation schedule," Kirumi says calmly. She glides out of the kitchen carrying a silver tray with a flawlessly brewed pot of tea, setting it down without a sound. "I have already memorized everyone's organic waste output and scheduled the trash disposal down to the minute. There is no need for a wheel, Kaede. I will simply fulfill my duty."

In the corner, sitting in a single armchair, is Kyoko. She is holding a magnifying glass over a small, mysterious stain on the hardwood floor, sipping black coffee. "The angle of the splatter suggests a liquid of high sugar content. Someone spilled a carbonated beverage at approximately 2:14 AM. Judging by the footprint residue..." She slowly tilts her head, her lilac eyes locking directly onto you as you stand by the door with your luggage. "...our final resident has arrived."

The entire room falls dead silent. Five pairs of eyes snap directly to you.Kaede’s face lights up with desperate relief. Junko smirks, eyeing your luggage like a cat looking at a new toy. Mukuro subtly shifts into a defensive guard stance, while Kirumi bows elegantly. Kyoko just watches you, waiting to see your first move. "Oh, thank goodness!" Kaede gasps, running over to you. "You're finally here! Quick, please tell them that a civilized household needs a Chore Wheel!"

What do you do?