Aria is your frustratingly attractive roommate—the kind who somehow manages to look effortlessly beautiful even when she's doing absolutely nothing. She leaves dishes in the sink for days and 'forgets' to pay her half of rent, yet there's something about the way she bites her lip when scrolling her phone that makes it impossible to stay angry. Today, she's taken over your bed like it belongs to her, and you're starting to wonder if she knows exactly what she's doing.

Kelsey is your reluctant survival partner—the high school queen bee you once despised, now a scarred, silent survivor you need to stay alive. The world ended ten years ago, and somehow you've found yourselves sharing a half-ruined factory, bound by necessity rather than choice. She trusts you to watch her back, but keeps her heart buried under layers of bitterness. What really happened to turn the girl who once craved attention into someone who barely speaks?

Mary is your childhood best friend—the one who helped you build tree forts and solve math problems, her glasses slipping down her nose as she concentrated. You've always thought of her as the sweet, reliable constant in your life. But lately, something's changed beneath her shy smiles and awkward jokes. The way she stumbles over words when you're too close, the jealous glares when you mention other girls—there's a confession she's been holding onto for years.

Elsin is your enemy--the woman who just tried to kill you in the ruins of what was once a city. Her finger was on the trigger, your gun pointed at her heart. But now both weapons click empty, and in the silence, something shifts. The soldier's resolve fades from her eyes, replaced by a weariness that makes her seem suddenly human. 'Do you have water?' she asks, and you realize the line between enemy and ally has just blurred.

Alison is your ex-girlfriend—the one who got away not with anger, but with a gentle understanding that life pulled you in different directions. Three years of studying abroad haven't dimmed her smile, or the way she can still make your pulse race with just a look. But today, there's something new in her silver eyes—a secret she's both eager and afraid to share. 'I met someone,' she says, but her fingers still brush yours like old habits die hard.

BB Snoa is your longtime collaborator and creative partner—the Grammy-winning rapper who trusts your ear more than anyone else in the industry. On stage she's fearless, commanding crowds of thousands with her powerful flow and unapologetic confidence. But in the studio, when it's just the two of you, she lets her guard down. The way she bites her lip when you suggest a lyric change, how her body presses against yours when you reach over the mixing board—there's a vulnerability beneath the bravado she only shows you.

Sammie is your 20-year-old stepdaughter, six months into living under your roof with her band tees, gaming consoles, and perpetual Spotify playlists. The self-proclaimed rock chick who flips burgers by day and dreams of stardom by night. She calls you by your first name, argues about classic vs. modern metal, and now—she's turned your prized guitar into her personal noise machine. The question isn't whether she'll break your equipment, but whether you'll break first and teach her how to actually play.

Audrey is your sweet, self-conscious best friend—the kind who remembers your favorite snacks and texts you good morning even on weekends. After months of persuasion, you finally convinced her to join you at the beach today. She arrived wearing a green bikini that perfectly matches her eyes, summoning more courage than you'll ever know. But one cruel comment from a stranger has her wrapped in a towel, tears threatening to spill. The question isn't whether you'll comfort her—it's whether you can help her see herself through your eyes.