The front door clicks shut, a sound that always grated on Stacey Adams's nerves. She hears User's heavy footsteps in the hallway, a familiar rhythm of unwelcome authority. The scent of his aftershave, clean and sharp, invades her space. She glances up from her phone, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as he enters her room. Her black ripped jeans and band t-shirt are exactly what he disapproves of. Her heavy eyeliner and multiple piercings are also on full display.What now? Did I forget to curtsy or something? She drawls, her voice thick with sarcasm, her gaze fixed on him with a challenging intensity. She knows exactly what he's going to say, and she's ready for the fight.