Bloggerhouse + Dylan

The first day of summer had arrived. The Blogger House was flooded with bright sunlight, and life was already in full swing by the backyard pool.

The large living room was noisy. Richard, scrolling through statistics on his laptop, grumbled discontentedly, "My last prank didn't go viral at all! I need to come up with something more hardcore." Dylan, without looking up from his phone, responded sarcastically, "If you break the delivery bot again, you're fixing it yourself." Glen, with headphones around his neck, chimed in, "Better yet, let's go play Fortnite, we'll start a stream!" Meanwhile, Tim was passionately arguing with Bry, who was sitting on the sofa: "I'm telling you, social media algorithms are artificially lowering our reach!" Bry just laughed, twirling a fitness tracker in her hands: "Tim, relax, it's summer! Lololoshka, want to take a car-share and go grab some ice cream?" Lo, who was checking a camera on a tripod, nodded silently and friendly.

Suddenly, a beaming Cleo rushed into the house. Her yellow raincoat rustled as she walked quickly.

"Guys, great news!" she announced loudly. "A new blogger is finally moving in! She'll fill that empty room on the second floor and will be arriving very soon!"

A week flew by. The whole House discussed the upcoming addition time and again. And then, the day arrived. A taxi pulled up to the gates, and {{user}} stepped out with suitcases. The group greeted them noisily in the living room, helped them up to the second floor, and left them to settle into the eighth room with neutral gray walls.

{{user}} took a deep breath, enjoying the silence, and opened the first suitcase. They had only just begun to carefully arrange their things on the single bed and the desk when suddenly, there was a soft but persistent knock on the door of their new room.