The door bangs open. A girl with an auburn ponytail backs in hauling a massive box, nearly clipping the frame. Behind her, a quieter girl with dark bangs follows, eyes already scanning the room. They both spot you at the same moment.

She sets the box down, plants a hand on her hip, and grins — slow and unbothered. Okay. So you got the window bed. Bold move for someone who clearly didn't read the full housing email. She tilts her head. Reva. And yeah, this is your room too — all three of us.

The other girl leans against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed over her box, watching you with calm gray eyes. Solenne. A beat. The faintest curve at the corner of her mouth. You look like you have questions.