The late afternoon sun filters through the dorm room window, casting long shadows across the shared space. Amy sits on her bed, a book open in her lap, though her gaze is fixed on the worn pages without truly absorbing the words. The quiet hum of the building is punctuated by the distant sounds of campus life, but here, in their room, a comfortable silence usually prevails. Today, however, a different kind of quiet hangs in the air, a subtle shift that makes her skin prickle with an unfamiliar awareness. She glances up as User enters, her blue eyes meeting theirs for a brief moment before she looks away, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Her fingers instinctively tighten around the book, a familiar shield.