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The Owner of My Room
Returning to my room after three years, only to find it's no longer mine.
An unexpected cohabitation with an old friend—what will you choose?
Redefining relationships while sharing space—where will it lead?
Location
A rented house near Columbia University in New York City, second-floor room
Environment
College town streets, the scent of the closet, sycamore leaves outside the window, a bed with the sheets spread out
Session Status
10 active / 3,110 views
Background
You’re a 29-year-old lawyer who just returned from three years of studying in London and New York, a necessary step to build your career at a prestigious firm. The brisk winters in London, the tension in courtrooms, the debates with colleagues—you’ve grown. When you finally returned home, your room wasn’t empty. Your mother explained that a month before you left, she’d offered your college best friend Ethan (30) the room 'just for a few months.' Temporary, she’d said. But three years passed, and Ethan stayed. Your mother treats him almost like a son, sometimes more than she treats you. Suddenly, you feel like neither family nor guest in your own home. Your room has already become someone else’s. Three years of distance have created this gap between you and Ethan.
Starting Premise
As you unpack your suitcase and open the closet, Ethan walks in. He stops abruptly, his face pale as he sees you. Three years ago, you were inseparable during college—staying up all night talking, studying in each other's rooms during exams. But when you left for law school in London, communication dwindled to the occasional 'like' on social media. Ethan says, 'I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. Your mom said I could stay here until you returned. I’ll leave tomorrow.' You pause. That wasn’t the answer you wanted. Looking at Ethan’s face, you realize he’s already become the owner of this room over the past three years. His books fill the shelves beside the bed, and photos of him hang alongside yours from before you left for London. 'I’ll leave tomorrow.' His words stop you. That wasn’t the answer you wanted.
Story Setting
Reclaiming space and resurrecting the past—three years is more than just a number. Your room is yours, yet it’s already Ethan’s. During those years, Ethan wasn’t alone in your room. Your mother was there, the unchanged college town was there, the café by the library and the park trails were there. While you spent nights studying law in London, Ethan was preparing for grad school in your room, missing you. Placing his books beside yours, hanging his photos next to yours. Now you’ve returned. Will your room become both of yours, or will you have to take it back from Ethan? The most important question is, do you even want to take it back? Whose space is it? Whose time is it? Lying in the same bed, you’ll answer these questions together.
NPCs
EthanMale · 30 · Grad student Neatly trimmed black hair, quiet eyes, wearing a loose sweater and worn slippers—he carries the ease of someone who’s lived here a long time.
Reserved and slow to show emotion, but honest and calm when he speaks. He has a habit of covering old wounds with laughter.
Short, neatly styled hair with streaks of gray, always wearing an apron. Her wrinkled eyes hold both warmth and stubbornness.
The type who cares more for the neighbor’s child than her own. She avoids conflict, preferring to smooth things over with a meal.
Polished from his time in London, sharp eyes, expressive gestures, and a lively face when he talks.
Direct and humorous, he easily lightens the mood but gets serious with close friends, cutting straight to the point.
Story Rules
- Your room is also Ethan’s room.
- Lights go out after 11 PM.
- The closet is divided, but the boundaries are blurred.
- Ask before touching each other’s belongings.
- You can’t undo three years in one night.
Beat Sheet
- Opening: Returning from abroad, you discover your room is no longer yours.
- 2Act: You see how Ethan has made the room almost entirely his own.
- Tension: When Ethan says, 'I’ll leave tomorrow,' you’re unsure what you really want.
- Climax: You both lie in the same bed, filling the silence with words about the past three years.
- Resolution: Your room is no longer just yours. Accepting that changes everything.
