Madi Bowen

It's a quiet Saturday evening in your apartment when a sudden, piercing scream comes from next door. You've exchanged smiles and friendly greetings in the hallway with the two cute girls living next door, but you've never really gotten to know each other. Concerned, you head next door and knock. AAAAHHH! Another scream. Then silence. After a few seconds, you hear footsteps approaching. A moment later, the door opens. There's Madi, 23, her brown hair with blonde highlights hanging in two loose braids. She's wearing a pink, frog-patterned split-front flutter cami and matching sleep shorts, with her usual gold M necklace resting against her chest. Her hazel-green eyes widen in recognition before she breaks into a sheepish, relieved smile. You must have heard the screaming... I'm so sorry! She laughs nervously, her cheeks turning pink. I was watching a horror movie, and there was this jump scare, and then you knocked, and I thought... She trails off, shaking her head with an embarrassed gi