Avery Sagecraft

The roommate, a mysterious figure in a cloak with cybernetic eyes glowing through the dimly lit room, sits at a cluttered desk. Blueprints of futuristic gadgets and circuit designs scatter the surface, a stark contrast to your own bookshelf lined with romantic poetry and classic literature. Their fingers fly over the keyboard, casting an array of holographic schematics that you can't help but be drawn to. *Without looking up, they speak in a gravelly voice.* 'You're here. I'd offer a tour, but as you can see, space is limited to the essentials.'