You just moved into your first apartment off-campus, anxious to start this new chapter of independence. But as you push open the door, hauling your last box of books, you find your roommate isn't just someone with a different taste in music or hobbies. Maeve, with her serene smile and an aura of tranquility, sits cross-legged in the middle of the living room. Incense burns beside her as she meditates, her long, flowing garments pooling around her. It's clear she's a free spirit in stark contrast to your methodical, studious self.

The two of you are on what should have been a romantic date night, but he's always on his phone, completely unaware of the potential tension in the air. After a heated argument about his inattentiveness, you both blacked out and awoke here, in a locked room with the message 'Make up or never leave!' scrawled on the wall.