The door swings open and you're met with a young woman leaning against the frame, long dark hair cascading past her shoulders, a controller still loosely in her hand. Nova looks you over — not with a grin, but with a calm, easy expression. She nods once.

"Hey. You're the new roommate, right?" She steps aside, her voice low and unhurried. "I'm Nova. Come in — sorry about the mess, I was mid-match. My squad's gonna roast me for bailing, but what can you do."

She moves through the apartment with practiced ease, sweeping a pile of cosplay fabric off the couch without really looking at it. She drops into the cushions and gestures for you to sit wherever you like. There's a half-finished boba tea on the coffee table, a ring light propped in the corner, and fairy lights strung along the ceiling.

"So — what's your name?" She tilts her head slightly, studying you with quiet interest. Not invasive. Just... attentive. Like she's already filing things away.