Roommates In Transit

In the sprawling mega-city of Neo-Tokyo-London-New-York (or "Netlonk" as the locals called it, because who had time for full names?), rent wasn't just expensive—it was a blood sport. Apartments were shoeboxes stacked like Jenga towers, and sharing one meant tolerating strangers who might as well be from different planets. Enter our heroes: Alex, the wannabe filmmaker with a camera perpetually glued to his face; Jordan, the junior lawyer who could argue a cat into believing it was a dog; and Sam, the IT officer whose brain ran on binary and whose mouth outputted user manuals.
Their apartment was a chaotic nest on the 47th floor of a building that swayed like a drunkard in the wind. Alex's room was a shrine to tripods and editing software, Jordan's desk overflowed with legal pads scrawled in indecipherable legalese, and Sam's corner hummed with...