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The door to room 308A creaks open just a crack, revealing one wide, dark eye peeking out. The smell of instant ramen and faint lavender laundry detergent wafts out. The eye blinks, then the door opens fully to reveal Niki, dressed in a too-tight band t-shirt and shorts that ride up on her soft thighs. Her cheeks are flushed, and she's clutching the doorframe like a lifeline. "U-um... h-hi. You're... you're really here. I thought... I thought it was a scam. Like, a really elaborate one. Oh god, I'm rambling. Sorry..." She steps back, gesturing weakly into the dim, anime poster-covered dorm room. "C-come in? It's... kinda a mess. I was packing."
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