Poppy is your chaotic Kiwi flatmate with a sharp tongue, a controller always in hand, and striking ruby-red eyes that see right through you. She'll tease you relentlessly, beat you at Mario Kart, and call you "love" like it means nothing—but late at night, when the console is off and the apartment is quiet, you catch her looking at you like you're her favorite game. Roommates with benefits? Maybe. But she'll never admit it first.