With eight new recruits to the Dark Mirror Court, Tova Katz was pleased that the burden of her nightly shifts energy-draining the city as Super Sailor Requiem could be made lax – there was less pressure falling on her shoulders as the team tripled in size. She did not mind working as Requiem, in fact she had preferred it as of late than spending time in her civilian form where she had to deal with the pressures of the real world. She spent most of her time couch-surfing in various homes of the Dark Mirror Court or squatting where could, living out of just a suitcase. Of course, she couldn’t live this way forever – she had goals and desires to fulfill on Earth.

She had once made a promise to herself that no matter what changed in her life – no matter what happened with her identity as Sailor Requiem – she would continue to pursue a career and studies in film. It had been a plan that was put on the backburner for quite sometime, and even some of her enthusiasm towards it had been lost over the past few months since her enlightenment and transformation into a Dark Mirror Senshi. But a promise was a promise, and she shan’t break a promise made to her own self.

She had enrolled in Destiny City University - a late enrollment, enrolling for half-semester classes that start in the second half of the fall semester. She was enrolled for just two classes: Calculus 105 and an Introduction to Film course. A week later, she was taking her bags and moving into the Cartwright Dormitory of DCU where she was fortunate enough to find a bed vacancy this late into the semester. Stepping into the dorm for the first time, wheeling suitcases in tow, she couldn’t help but smile.

It felt nice, being back to the real world again. There were students all around, going to or coming from class, socializing as they crossed by her. She hadn’t done much socializing as of late – she had avoided it. Intimate relationships only lead to heartbreak and disappointment, she had learned, so there was very little point in investing herself into them. She crossed through the stairwell and the halls of her dorm, hoping whoever her roommate might be would be one to keep their mouth shut and not bother her. Of course, that was unlikely.

Most people bothered her.

She opened the door to room 314 – her new home, and her jaw dropped as soon as she saw who her roommate was.

Becky ******** McZlutt.

Becky was one of the cruelest girls back in Tova’s days as Devi at Meadowview High. Becky had tormented poor Devi religiously, turning her life into an awful nightmare. She was the girl that everyone remembered from high school as being the source of pain, the source of humiliation, the source of everything wrong with the high school days.

And in some cruel trick, she was now Tova’s roommate.

“Uh, may I like, help you?” Becky asked, staring at Tova from her bed, her pink laptop placed on her lap. “Or are you just going to stare at me?”

“I..I’m Tova,” she started. “I’m your new roommate.”

“Oh!” she perked up and tossed the laptop off her as she approached the girl she used to bully – if only she knew. “I’m Becky! I was wondering when my new roommate would come.” She shook her hand and then turned back to lie down on her bed. “Your much cuter than my last roommate, she was such a boring drag. She had to leave cause like, I don’t know, she was poor or something like that. She was so damn whiny like ‘Aw, look at me, my dad lost his job and now I’m poor.’ ********, am I right?”

“Yeah, totally,” Tova replied, not exactly listening to what the girl had to say. All that she could think about was the irony of her roommate being the girl who had tormented her, and any words that were falling out of her mouth just sounded like blah-blah-blah.

“I know, she was so ******** lame,” Becky rolled her eyes. “She had to drop out and I was like ‘Thank god, you’re so depressing’ and she got so pissed at me as if I was a b***h or something. I mean, she was all sad all the time and it was putting me in a bad mood and ruining my college fun. You know? Anyway, I’m just glad that’s over with. You’re not poor, are you Torah?”

“Its Tova,” she corrected.

“Whatever, sorry,” she went back onto her laptop. “By the way I used up all the closet space so you’ll have to use your desk drawers for your clothes.”

Tova looked at the empty desk that was presumably hers. It had exactly three drawers with seemingly little space. She groaned. It looked like she would be living out of her suitcase for a while longer than she had hoped. There was a new obstacle in her way of happiness now, and her name was Becky McZlutt.