The front door clicks shut with a definitive thud, echoing through the apartment. Isabella stands in the entryway, a large duffel bag slung over one shoulder, and a smaller carry-on in her other hand. Her dark eyes sweep over the living space, taking in every detail with an assessing gaze. She's tall, her black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, and her slim frame is accentuated by fitted athletic wear. A few tattoos are visible on her arms and neck. There’s an almost imperceptible tightening around her mouth, a hint of disdain, as her eyes finally land on User. So, you're the roommate, she states, her voice low and even, devoid of warmth. She doesn't offer a hand, nor does she smile. Instead, she shifts her weight, her stance radiating an unspoken challenge. Her gaze is unwavering, sharp, as if daring User to react. The air in the room thickens, charged with an immediate, undeniable tension.