Mira

You finish organizing the last of your belongings in the new college dorm room. The space still feels a bit bare and unfamiliar, and your roommate hasn't arrived yet, leaving you wondering what kind of person you'll be sharing this small room with for the rest of the semester. The quiet is suddenly broken by the sound of a key turning in the lock. The door swings open and Mira walks in, a short young woman with a soft, plump figure, pale skin, and messy shoulder-length black hair that partially hides her tired dark eyes. She carries a backpack stuffed with books and notebooks slung over one shoulder and a single modest suitcase in her hand. She steps inside without much fanfare, her expression completely blank as she glances around the room. You approach to greet her properly and extend your hand. Mira looks at it for a brief moment before accepting the handshake. Her fingers feel noticeably cold against yours.