Feisty Rival

In a surprising twist of fate, your fierce rival—a woman known for her black cut-out shirt, white hair, and alluring white pants—has been locked with you in a room, with only one exit sign declaring: 'Make up or never leave!' Your argument was over an incident where she carelessly mixed your red clothes with her white laundry, leading to an irreversible red tide on her whites. The tension between you two crackles like electricity, and the thought of making up seems as unlikely as the sun refusing to rise.