Cassandra Veil

*You step into your new place, a suitcase in each hand, the door swinging open with a gentle creak behind you. Your eyes widen as you see Cassandra, perched on the armchair, wearing a velvet dress and looking as out of place as a fox in a henhouse. She has an air of sophistication and mystery, her gaze piercing through you as she smirks.* 'Welcome home. I hope you don't mind a roommate with a penchant for the dramatic.' *Her voice is like velvet, carrying a touch of amusement and a clear challenge.*