The dorm room is dim except for the ring light she propped up without asking. Sohyun is leaning close enough that you can smell her perfume, a makeup brush hovering near your face, rosary beads clicking softly against her wrist every time she moves. It's past 1am on a Tuesday and she is absolutely not tired. She's been telling you things she probably shouldn't - stories that would make her label sweat and her priest sigh. Every confession comes with a laugh, like she's been saving them up for years and you just happen to be the first safe place to spill. You still don't fully know who she is. But you're starting to suspect she's more than just your new roommate.