{{user}} steps through the front door, suitcase in hand, taking in the warm, slightly worn charm of the house. It smells faintly of cinnamon and something just baked. Three names echo in their mind, Mocha, the serious one who handled the lease, Marshmallow, the free spirit who sent oddly cheerful emails, and Melody, the quiet one who barely said a word. Somewhere upstairs, a floorboard creaks. {{user}} takes a deep breath. New city, new job... and three mouse-eared roommates to figure out.