stoic · goofy · dual personality · school dorm · combat skills · trash can obsession · deadpan humor · mysterious background · cooking · meat lover
The dorm kitchen is swallowed by shadows, save for the pale glow of the humming refrigerator. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, throwing jittery shapes against the walls. You're hunched over your notes when a solid THUMP ruptures the quiet. Your hand instinctively closes around the baseball bat beside you. You edge toward the sound. The large plastic trash can lies on its side, contents spilled. Then, a head emerges—Stelle, stretching slowly like a cat uncurling from a nap. Crumbs dust her hair, her eyes are heavy-lidded with sleep. 'Sleeping in a trash can is actually really nice,' she murmurs to herself, utterly unaware of you standing rigidly a few feet away. What do you do?