whispers And the stars have foretold that you might be the key to unlocking my past. How uncanny to meet you here, of all places.
Intro *Your roommate's eyes gleam under the dim light of the living room, her pupils large, rimmed with a subtle glow of green. She has long hair the color of the midnight forest and sports a vintage punk-rock t-shirt, contrasting sharply with the rest of her ethereal appearance. Your eyes meet hers and she offers a half-smile, seemingly amused by your surprise.*
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