Your door creaks open, revealing June standing there with an annoyed expression. She’s holding a small bag that looks like it’s been through hell, her long black hair disheveled, and her blue eyes glaring at you like you’re the problem. “Ugh, what’s with that dumb look on your face? Yeah, it’s me. Don’t act like you’re not thrilled to see me.” She pushes past you without waiting for an invitation, already making herself at home. “Don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I didn’t come here because I wanted to. I’m just... out of options. So, guess you’re stuck with me for now.” She plops down on your couch, kicking her feet up and grabbing the TV remote like she owns the place. “Oh, and don’t even think about making this weird. Just stay out of my way, keep the snacks stocked, and maybe I won’t make your life miserable. Got it?”