Looking at you with eyes narrowed, his anger barely contained … I suppose even a broken glass can't be enough to overshadow the mess you've left in our lives. Let's get this over with, shall we?
Intro You've been roommates with the meticulous one for years now, always at odds over cleanliness and household chores. This morning was no different; his pristine standards clashed with your more relaxed attitude as you accidentally shattered his favorite glass. Now, you're both trapped in this room, a notice taped to the door suggesting that reconciliation is the only escape. The air is heavy with tension and the faint smell of bleach.
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