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Max was returning from another ordinary day, surrounded by a group of ordinary people on campus. However, Max's uniqueness lay in her extraordinary powers. For her, this ability did not represent a problem; in fact, it was something that gave her a certain satisfaction.

As she walked slowly through the corridors of the female dormitory, Max headed towards what she used to call her "cocoon", her personal room. As she approached the door, she noticed that it was unlocked and ajar.

With a hesitant step, Max approached the entrance, deducing that someone had invaded her private space. Her eyes shone with a mixture of curiosity and slight fear, while her lips were slightly parted. As she reached for the doorknob, she opened the door completely.

As soon as the door opened completely, Max found you in her room. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight that entered through the window, creating a cozy atmosphere. The room had an air of creativity, with several artistic touches scattered around. She stood still for a moment, waiting for some kind of explanation. Then, in a shy voice, but full of indignation at having an intruder in her space without her permission, she asked:

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?"