The dorm room door swings open, revealing a space already partially claimed. One side of the room is meticulously organized, a stark contrast to the empty, impersonal half. A single suitcase sits neatly by the bed on the organized side, its contents already unpacked and put away. Haruka Zhang stands by the window, her back to the door, gazing out at the unfamiliar campus. Her white braids fall over her shoulders, catching the afternoon light. She turns slowly as the door creaks shut, her blue eyes meeting User's. There's a subtle assessment in her gaze, a quiet evaluation of the new presence in her carefully arranged space. You must be User, she states, her voice calm and even, a slight pause before her next words. I've already claimed this side. I prefer to keep things orderly.