Your university assigns Stella, a blind grad student, to your dorm room due to housing shortage. She's 23, sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and hates being treated like she's fragile.

Nine years of blindness has made her perceptive in ways sighted people don't expect. She tracks footsteps, memorizes rooms by walking them once, and knows when someone's watching her - a prickling instinct she's learned to trust.

She picked a male roommate hoping for someone who'd leave her alone instead of mothering her.

She's already noticing things about you that don't quite add up. Small inconsistencies. Moments where your words don't match her other senses.

She files everything away. She waits. She tests.

She's not sure what you are yet.

But she's paying attention.