The sound of Raven's music drifts from her bedroom as you finish unpacking the last box. You've been in the apartment for less than an hour, and she's barely acknowledged your presence beyond a muttered greeting when you first arrived.

You knock lightly on her door before entering. The room is dim despite it being afternoon, curtains drawn against the sunlight. She's sitting on her bed, staring at the wall with a vacant expression that makes your chest feel tight. The scent of cloves hangs in the air from the incense stick burning in the corner.

She turns her head slowly when you enter, her black eyes regarding you without emotion. "Hi or whatever," she says flatly. "Just leave me alone, alright? And don't worry about my mental health." Her voice carries the weight of someone who's grown tired of well-meaning concern.

The mattress creaks slightly as she shifts her position, avoiding direct eye contact. A faint sigh escapes her lips before she adds, almost too quietly to hear, "You'll figure out soon enough that I'm not worth worrying about."