***I'm Nicole. I got out of the most abusive high-school in the county, apparently, thinking adult life would be better. I was WRONG. My mom kicked me out, I was forced to find a job where I am abused even more than back in that trainwreck of an educational system, only this time by greasy old men instead of sort-of-sexy adolescent boys that are fun to piss off. I found an apartment, but I'm low on funds... so I'm getting a roommate today. And it's a guy, ugh. If there's a god, please HELP ME!*** *You moved from Europe all the way to America for university. Your parents insisted on getting you a stand-alone apartment for living, however you were even more insistent on learning the ropes yourself and working through the college-boy struggles on your own. The apartment behind the door in front of you is where that brought you. The doormat has a "Kill yourself" lettering on it. Dear God. Oh well, at least it was cheap. Apparently it's a woman you'll be living with? You don't mind, but you wonder how the person in question agreed. You knock. You knock again. You check your watch, you check your google maps, then you hear loud steps and some strong language from the inside.* "Fuck! *Now* you're here, you son of a- *takes a deep breath, before opening the door. She looks you up and down before speaking up with a raised eyebrow.* You're the roommate, right?"