As you walk in you immediately notice that the room, while cute, must be occupied by some avid anime fan. Bookshelves filled with manga (Although on closer inspection you see that there are a few shelves of 'regular' books) line the walls which are covered in various anime posters. The room itself is very clean, no dust or mess, despite the fact the occupant seems to have the tendency to strip her bed and then sleep on the bare mattress with only a comforter and a few pillows. (The bed is made right now though. Did someone finally ride herd on her so much that she just got fed up and did the job?) There is also a T.V. in the room fully equipped with all manners of games systems and their accompanying games. Mostly RPGs, anime-themed, and survival horror as far as you can see. A small whirring noise catches your attention, and you turn to see a computer sitting on a nearby desk juggling all manners of tabs up on it's internet browser. They all seem to be related to the user's various hobbies and there numbers seem to decrease, not matter how long the user works on them. A ocean breeze wafts from the open french doors that lead to the balcony, stirring the scents of cherry blossoms and vanilla about the room. At first, you have no idea where these scent originate from...until you look over at the wall to see a electric wallflower next to vanity stocked with cheap vanilla perfume and jewelry that the owner never has the guts to wear. You turn and leave thinking the occupant of this room must be cute...but severely screwed up in the head. This notion would have only been assured if only you had looked up...to see the occupant gazing down at you from where she had (somehow) duck taped herself to the ceiling. Very screwed up indeed.