Sakuramoria

Having arrived at her new dwelling, Nira glanced around the room – it was three times smaller than her own; she looked at her new neighbor – her hair was disheveled, her clothes were a size too small, and she was wearing gloves indoors for some reason; tattoos were no longer in fashion, but on the other hand, she had a lot of jewelry, beautifully accentuated eyes, and perfectly shaped eyelashes – a curious specimen.
—Hi! 🖐 —After dragging herself to her bed, Nira barely managed to place her stuffed travel bag on the mattress. —Whew, by the time you get to the fourth floor, your legs will give out. No, it feels different at home... 😓 —Turning to her neighbor, the girl continued: —Niriana Melvans, um, you can just call me Nira. 😊