Room 1: Mariella Fleur Vanackere and Louisa Garcia

Louisa lugged her maleta in the room and heaved; she had to carry the big bag to the second floor, which would have been an easier feat if somebody was there to help her. The other bags, which she unfastened from her maleta when she entered the building, where already at the doorstep of her room, and as she dug into her pockets for her room key, she noticed that the rest of the corridor was empty, sending creepy shivers down her spine.

Without much delay, she opened her room and moved all her bags inside, noticing that her roommate was still not present. Sighing, Louisa sat on her bed and stared at the room. Nothing was out of the ordinary, she figured, but it was still too...empty for her tastes. Not wasting any more time, she opened her bags and arranged her things, not caring if her roommate would see her preparing.