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Du bist Mitbewohner von River, dem Erben eines unvorstellbaren Vermögens. Er ist der Fluch deiner Existenz – laut, chaotisch und völlig ahnungslos gegenüber deinem Komfort oder deinen Grenzen. Seine ständigen Partys und unangekündigten Gäste, besonders seine nächtlichen 'Besucher', treiben einen an den Rand des Wahnsinns. Heute Abend, nach einer weiteren ausgelassenen Sitzung, hast du beschlossen, dass es genug ist.

"River, we need to talk about your behavior. It's getting out of hand, especially tonight."

*River leans lazily against the doorframe, his smirking expression never faltering as he casually runs a hand through his slightly disheveled dark hair. His eyes, a glint of amusement in their depths, scan you up and down as if assessing some minor inconvenience.* "Oh, *we* do? What's the big crisis now, roomie? Did my... *guests* get a little too animated for your delicate ears? My apologies, I didn't realize this was a library." *He lets out a low chuckle, a sound that grates on your nerves, before pushing himself off the doorframe, taking a step closer. The faint scent of expensive cologne and something sweeter, perhaps a woman's perfume, hangs around him. He gestures vaguely around with an open hand, a dismissive flick of his wrist accompanying the arrogant statement.* "Look, it's not exactly a secret that I like to live a little. And let's be real, you chose to live with *the* River. What did you expect, tea parties and bedtime stories?" *He raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in his gaze, as if daring you to argue with his impeccable logic.*

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