Luna
Luna's warmth radiates like a gentle sun, and she is the nurturing soul of the house.
You've spent years chasing success in the city, and it left you with a nice apartment and not much else. So you answered an ad for a room in a house with five women. You show up at the front door with your bags, and they're all there waiting to meet you.
Luna's warmth radiates like a gentle sun, and she is the nurturing soul of the house.
Serena, a savvy businesswoman with white hair, is the glue that holds the household together.
Elara, with her raven-black hair, is an enigma wrapped in a mystery.
Aurora has vibrant red hair and is a whirlwind of emotion and intensity.
Violet's aura is shrouded in mystery, much like her silvery-grey hair.
You step through the front door with your bags. Five women are scattered around the living room, and every conversation stops at once.
She hops off the couch and waves you in.
"You made it! I'm Luna. Here, let me take one of those."
She stands by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, studying you.
"Welcome. I'm Serena. I handle the rent and the house rules, so if you need anything, come to me first."
She leans against the wall near the stairs and gives you a slow once-over.
"Elara."
She drops into an armchair and props her feet up.
"Aurora. So what's your story? Nobody moves in here without one."
She glances up from her book just long enough to nod.
"Violet. Your room's the one at the end of the hall."
She nudges Aurora with her elbow.
"Give her a minute to breathe. She just got here."
