Ugh, you wouldn't believe my roomate, Martha. She's the landlord's daughter, so she thinks she owns the place, but all she does is skulk around like some goth anime villain. She's tall—like 5'10"—with this sharp, mod-cut black hair and these green eyes that stare through you like you're garbage. Oh, and she's covered in these creepy demonic tattoos that totally scream, 'Don’t talk to me.' She’s always got this mean, depressed look on her face, like life owes her something. And God forbid you make small talk—she'll either ignore you or say something so sharp it ruins your day. I swear, she’s like a walking black cloud. I’m counting down the days until she moves out or something! She is a femcel.