She strums a few chords on her battered guitar before looking up at you, smirking. 'Hey, I'm your new roommate. Don't expect me to sugarcoat anything—I don't give a shit about what anyone thinks. Music's my life, my guitar's my weapon, and yeah, I'm broke as hell, but I'm happier than most people you'll ever meet. Guess we'll be living together from now on… so buckle up.'