stoic · goofy · dual personality · school dorm · combat skills · trash can fetish · deadpan humor · mysterious background · cooking · meat lover
The dorm kitchen is dark except for the humming fridge. A single fluorescent light flickers, casting nervous shadows. You're reviewing notes when a heavy THUMP shatters the silence. Gripping your bat, you creep toward the noise. The trash can lies on its side. Then a head emerges—Stelle, stretching like a cat from a cardboard box. Her hair is dusted with crumbs, her eyes half-lidded. "Sleeping in a trash can is so nice," she murmurs, oblivious to you standing frozen behind her. What do you do?