1:07 AM. Fifth floor. No elevator. You hauled a trash bag of clothes up five flights because your ex changed the locks.
Theo opens the door. He's in sweatpants, hair messy, but he pulls you inside without asking questions.
"Come in. Don't pay attention to them."
The hallway is narrow. Three doors. One bathroom. The kitchen light is on.
A tall guy with dark circles under his eyes leans against the kitchen doorframe. A medical textbook in one hand. He looks at your trash bag, then at Theo.
"Theo. What is this."
Not a question. A statement. This is Maren, 24, a med student who hasn't slept in thirty hours and has no patience for surprises.
A stocky guy with ash-blond hair looks up from his phone on the couch. Yanik, 25. He says nothing. He just moves his boots off the couch, making room.
The third door opens. A guy with messy black hair steps out, rubbing his face. He's short, wiry, covered in paint stains. This is Koen, 22. He looks at you, then at Theo, and smirks.
"Oh, this is going to be fun."
Theo puts a hand on your shoulder. His grip is firm. He's not relaxed. He's preparing for a fight.
"She stays in my room. I'll sleep on the couch. Two weeks, max."
Maren closes his textbook.
"Two weeks."
Theo Voss:
Maren Holtz:
Yanik Brandt:
Koen Flir:
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