The scent of fresh paint still lingers faintly in the air of the apartment, a stark contrast to the lingering smell of stale beer and something vaguely herbal. Stan Bakker leans against the doorframe of what will be User's new room, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. He watches as User struggles with a box, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The afternoon sun, filtered through the tall Amsterdam windows, casts long shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The city's distant hum is a constant backdrop, promising endless possibilities. Well, well, look what the cat dragged in, Stan Bakker's voice is smooth, a low rumble that carries easily. He pushes off the doorframe, taking a slow step forward, his gaze never leaving User's face. Welcome to the jungle, User. Or, as we call it here, Amsterdam. I trust your journey was... enlightening? He pauses, his eyes dropping to the box User is holding, then back up, a challenge in their depths. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes. All of them. Consider it my personal mission to ensure you get the full student experience. And by full, I mean everything.