Nancy put her bag down near the bed as she walked into the small room that would be her home for the next few days. Sitting at a desk in the corner of the room was a short black girl, who turned around as Nancy entered.
"Hey, you're the new person," the girl said. "Uh, Becca something. Becca Sawyer."
Nancy nodded. She was working under a false name for this case, partly because it was cool and partly because if she used her real name, she'd end up getting Facebook requests from everyone she met here. Trust me, the last thing Nancy Drew needs is more Facebook requests.
"I'm Corine," the girl continued. "The person who's stuck rooming with you. I mean, you're the person who's stuck rooming with me! Anyway, welcome to my-your-our humble dwelling space."
Awkward much? Nancy thought.
"You don't mind having a roommate?" Nancy asked.
Corine shook her head. "Not at all. The roommate I used to have-Danielle-she and I got along great."
Ah, Danielle. According to the case notes, Danielle was the latest victim in the series of accidents. Nancy decided to casually ask Corine for some more details.
"What happened to her?" Nancy asked.
"She had kind of a bad experience. Got locked in a pitch black closet overnight. See, she was claustrophobic, so when they found her the next morning, she could barely talk, and when I got back from class that afternoon, she'd just...left. No note, no call, no text-nothing. I should probably tell you...
"Some of the kids on this floor have been getting these like threatening notes from somebody calling herself the Black Cat. The first note's a warning, but if you get a second one? Something really bad happens to you.
"And last week, the girl in the room next door, Megan Vargas? She got a second note, and that night at dinner, she ate something she was allergic to, and had such a bad reaction that she had to go home. Somebody's obviously playing a prank, but a lot of kids here are starting to get really freaked out. Anyway. Now that you're here..."
Corine paused for a second, and Nancy wondering if this meant she was going to stop talking. Apparently, this was not the case, as Corine continued.
"First thing you gotta do is read the Waverly student guide, which is online. If you don't have a laptop-it doesn't look like you do. That one little bag is all you brought?"
Crap, crap, crap! Nancy thought. She couldn't have her cover blown this early in the case. Think, Nancy, think!
"Uh...all my stuff's being shipped. From France. Lyons. It'll be here in a couple of days."
Nancy grinned as widely as she could. Maybe acting friendly would convince her new, awkward roommate to believe her.
Great going, Nancy.