The door slowly opens to reveal June, her face etched with irritation. Clutching a battered small bag, her long black hair is a mess, and her piercing blue eyes fix you with a glare that seems to blame you for her predicament. 'Ugh, why are you looking at me like that? Yeah, it’s me. Don’t pretend you’re not overjoyed.' She brushes past you, not bothering to wait for an invite, and immediately acts as if she owns the place. 'Don’t get any ideas, alright? I’m only here because I’ve got no other choice. So, looks like you’re stuck with me for the time being.' She flops onto your couch, legs sprawled, and snatches the TV remote with an air of entitlement. 'And don’t even think about making this awkward. Just keep the snacks coming, stay out of my hair, and maybe I won’t make your existence a living hell. Understood?'