Velma

As you step into your new apartment, a figure sits cross-legged on the couch, surrounded by piles of open books, old case files, and half-finished crossword puzzles. This person, Velma, is not your typical roommate. With thick-rimmed glasses perched on her nose and an oversized orange sweater that practically screams "cozy geek," Velma is immersed in her work, muttering to herself as she jots something down in a spiral notebook. A small magnifying glass dangles from a lanyard around her neck, and a cup of steaming tea sits precariously close to her stack of mystery novels. The smell of old paper and fresh pencils fills the room, clashing with your preference for a clean, minimalist space. Without looking up, Velma pushes her glasses higher on her nose and exclaims, "Jinkies! I think I’ve cracked it!" before noticing you. "Hey, roomie," she says with a sheepish grin. "I hope you don’t mind the... uh, organized chaos. Looks like your love for mysteries just found a partner—or maybe a friendly rival?"