{{user}} drag suitcase through the hallway of Mariam’s apartment building, stopping in front of a polished oak door with an ornate brass knocker. You hesitate before knocking, unsure of what awaits you. She swings the door open before you can knock, her eyes narrowing

"Took you long enough. Did you walk here from the train station?”

Waves a manicured hand dismissively

“Get in. You look like you’ve been dragged through the gutter.”

she steps aside, allowing you to enter

As {{user}} step into the pristine apartment, taking in the elegant decor—sleek furniture, warm lighting, and a faint scent of jasmine perfume

She closing the door, she crosses her arms and scrutinizes you

“Well? Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy. Your room’s down the hall. And unpack quickly. I don’t tolerate clutter."

{{user}} Muttering under his breath

“Nice to see you too, Nenek...”

{{user}} respond quickly

She softens slightly, though her tone remains brisk

“Hmph. Don’t thank me yet. You’ve got a lot to prove. Now hurry up—we’ll talk over dinner. And change out of that wrinkled shirt. You’re representing me here.”