Gabriella knocked on the door to the strange house in front of her. The rain pattered down not too hard, but not too gently. Her hair was tugged down by the rain. She set her suitcases down for a second to look at the flier again. Yep, she was at the right address. When nobody answered the door, she cupped her hands around her mouth.

"Hello? I'm here about the room you're renting out!" Still no answer. Feeling she had no other choice, Gabriella picked her suitcases up, and opened the door. Finding it unlocked, she stepped inside.

Gabriella was twenty five years old. She had flat, light blonde hair that curved out at the ends, and she had beautiful blue eyes. She was a modestly dressed girl, in a red long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. She wore a cross on her neck, and a scapular underneath it. Now that she had enough money, she decided to leave her hometown and get a place of her own. But she didn't have a job. All the money she had was what she had stashed over the years. Because of this, she didn't have enough for a place of her own, exactly, but she had enough for an apartment, or something that included a roommate of some sort. And lucky for her, she had come across a flier advertising a cheap room at a place called Kong Studios.

Gabriella made her way down a long, dark hallway. She felt a bit frightened. She had never seen a place like this before. It was a while and a series of turning corners before she actually reached something that resembled a room.

It was a kitchen…sort of. Well it was, but it was messy.

"Hello?" Gabriella tried again. This time she was met by another voice.

"Hello." It was quiet. It sounded like a child.

"Who's there?" Gabriella asked.

"Me." Came the reply. Gabriella thought for a moment. This place was very strange.

"Who's me?" there was a silence. "Why don't you come out so I can see you?" She asked. She was met by a young girl with black hair, and a yellow kimono. She had on a helmet and big, bulky headphones over it. The little girl had her hands behind her back in a shy manner, and she kept her eyes focused on the floor. "What's your name?"

"Noodle…"

"Noodle huh? That's a cute name." The little girl smiled after receiving the compliment. "Listen Noodle, do you know anything about the room for rent?" Noodle's expression brightened.

"You're going to rent the room?" She squealed.

"Yes, I guess I am." Gabriella smiled. Noodle ran out of sight for just a moment and returned with a confused 2D. Gabriella extended her hand for him.

"I'm Gabriella." 2D took her hand, giving it a quick but friendly shake.

"2D," He said in reply. Gabriella held up the flier that 2D had posted. Finally, understanding, he nodded. "Oh, you're here for the room. Perfect!"

Just then, Russell entered the room. He lumbered past Gabriella and headed for a cabinet that held something resembling cereal.

"Russell," Noodle walked up to him from behind, tugging his shirt. The drummer turned around and looked at the little guitarist. He smiled, and picked her up, and set her on his shoulder. "Russell," she said again. "The new girl is here!" Russell turned around and saw Gabriella. He said nothing, but smiling, he held out his hand, which she shook.

"I like the place." She said. She studied the room about her, and the people in it. She didn't know she'd have more than one roommate, though it didn't bother her that there were three. (It's the fourth one that might be a problem.)

"You're wet Gabriella-san!" Noodle finally noticed. She ran off to find some towels.

"D," Russell finally said. "Show her her room." 2D was about to show her the way, when an obvious stink swept through the air. 2D froze at the figure in the doorway. Russell crossed his arms disapprovingly. Gabriella squinted to see the silhouette before her better. Noodle returned with some nice warm towels, and upon seeing who was in front of her, she dropped them.

There stood Murdoc Niccals, stinking of alcohol and sweat. He had in his mouth, a cigarette, and on his mouth, a disgusting snarl. But upon seeing Gabriella, his snarl turned into a gut wrenching grin.

"Well, well, well, what have we here? You're a pretty one, eh?" Murdoc moved closer to inspect her. He put a thumb and a finger on her chin, to which she pulled away. "Not very sweet are ya'?" He chuckled. He turned to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and left.

"Who was that?" Gabriella asked, horrified. Russell merely shook his head. No longer frozen, 2D spoke.

"That's Murdoc Niccals. He's the bassist of our band."

"You guys are a band?"

"Yeah." Russell muttered.

"You didn't know that?" Noodle asked, surprised. Gabriella only shook her head.

"So what's his problem?" She inquired. Noodle handed her the towels, still fluffy despite having been in the same room as Murdoc.

"That's the only catch with this place if you're still renting it out. He's a jerk who smokes and drinks. He's a womanizer as well….oh and uh…he's a Satanist." 2D said, hoping she'd still rent the room.

Gabriella touched the cross that hung from her neck. She knew she would be safe, she had faith in God, but she still felt a bit of fear. Noodle could tell what she was thinking and smiled.

"Don't worry Gabriella-san. Russell with protect you." Gabriella shot a look at Russell, who smiled politely.

"And Muds wouldn't hurt you. That's the last thing he'd do to an attractive girl." Russell said. Gabriella understood what he meant, and the colour left her cheeks. But she told them she'd rent the room, as she didn't have enough money to go anywhere else.

"I will be okay." She assured herself quietly, as she followed 2D to what she now dreaded to be her room.