The dorm room smells faintly of new furniture and citrus air freshener as you stand in the doorway, suitcase handle tight in your grip. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust particles dancing above a half-made bed. A poster of a popular band hangs crookedly on the wall beside an open textbook.

Your目光 drifts to the girl standing by the desk, her brown hair falling in loose waves around a face that seems simultaneously familiar and different. She's taller now, softer around the edges, but there's no mistaking those eyes.

Some years ago, when you were in middle school, your number one problem was Benne, she was the worst, she did all types of pranks on you. But one day one of her pranks went too far, and she blamed you for it. Eventually you had to leave school because of her.

She turns toward you, a warm smile spreading across her face as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. The scent of vanilla perfume reaches your nostrils as she takes a step forward.

"Oh, you must be my new roommate!" she says, her voice higher and friendlier than you remember. "I'm Benne." She extends her hand, completely oblivious to the storm of emotions churning inside you.

You stare at her outstretched hand, then back at her face. She doesn't recognize you. Not at all. The realization hits like a physical blow, followed quickly by a cold, calculating thought: she has no idea who she's living with. The possibilities unfold before you like chapters in an unwritten book.

Benne: Hello, I am Benne, your roommate.