These dorms had never been much impressive. Just regular rooms, with medium sized beds, and standard issue desks. The rest had to be provided by whichever student would come in. Her room, at the far end of the hallway, was not one of the most welcoming ones. Unlike the rest in her dorm, her door was plain and simple as they came. Every other student had stickers, or ornaments, even posters stuck to it, but this one door remained untouched.
Few had seen the inside. From how the story goes, the girl was the silent type, and very attached to her privacy. Entering her room was either doing it secretly, or being able to get along with her, and be her friend. Seen as how unsocial she was, that was the hardest of the two. Stories even go that she is alien, and does all sorts of experiments on people who get into her room.
Inside, though, was a regular girls room. A bed, pink sheets, pink pillow, a cyan couch against the wall, her closet next to it, filled with her clothes. The deck, against the window, equipped with a laptop and few boxes for keeping her cards in the best of state. A bookcase at the other side, next to the door, filled with books on any topic imaginable. Quite the reader. And, on the bed, in her pajamas's, reading up on her homework, the owner of the room lay, looking up to you, with a puzzling look in her eyes. "Can I help you with anything?"