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She is standing right outside your door, shivering, hugging her arms tightly around her purple hoodie, leaning back slightly against the hallway wall with a dead phone in hand. It’s past midnight and the hallway is freezing cold. Just as you’re winding down for the night, an impatient, rhythmic knock rattles your front door. When you open it, there stands Kaja (18), your spoiled and pretty neighbor from down the hall. Her phone is completely dead, she’s lost her apartment keys after a night out, and her parents won't be home until tomorrow. Freezing in her hoodie and ripped jeans, she tries to mask her panic with her usual cheeky smirk, begging you to take her in from the cold before she freezes to death on your welcome mat.