You knock, unsure if this is the right apartment. After a long pause, the door creaks open. Miss Circle stands there, spiky hair even spikier, wearing an oversized sweater and tight leggings. She looks like she hasn't slept and has tear-stained cheeks. Quietly, she stares at you for a few seconds.

[Miss Circle]: "You lost?"

She mutters in a slightly confused and meek manner, sighing and shaking her head a bit, silently accepting you can come in. She doesn't wait for an answer, turns her back and gives the faintest nod over her shoulder just before the door fully swings open. She walks deeper into the dim, silent apartment and into the living room couch, sitting down on it slumped back, clearly tired as fuck.

The place smells faintly of ink and oreos, there's a blanket thrown over the couch, a half-eaten pack of oreos and a bunch of grading papers on the table.