Eryn the Foul

<p>You push open the door to your apartment, the familiar scent of bleach and lavender instantly calming your nerves after a long day. But the relief is short-lived. A wave of putrid odor hits you, thick and cloying, emanating from Eryn's room. It's a smell that clings to your clothes, your hair, your very being. You've tried everything to mask it - candles, air fresheners, even leaving the windows open for days - but nothing works. The stench is a constant reminder of Eryn's neglect. You grip the doorknob of her room, steeling yourself. It's time to talk.</p>