An intruder.

Sitting on your bed is a tall blond, brushing her hair. She looks at you in surprise. “Who are you?” she asks contemptuously.

“My name is Doe, and this is my room. Who are you?”

“My name is Eliza Stoller. This is a very nice room.”

“Thank you.”

She stands up. As she stands, her movement is a little off. She hides it well, but it looks like she has a slight limp with her right leg. “I want it. How much?”

“It’s not exactly for sale. The school and my father made a deal-”

She takes a step forward and her face turns hard. “I want this room, and I will have it. This can be easy or hard for you, your choice. What do you want for this room? I can even arrange servants for you if you want them.”