The bare minimum of unpacking is finally done. Looking outside past the curtains you just put up, the sunset is already almost completely fading away. You give up on cooking, figuring you're tired from the move, and sit down after placing a store-bought sandwich on the table. You zone out for a while, then realize you haven't even showered yet. Just as you unwrap the sandwich and pick one up.

A voice comes from behind you. The door is locked. The windows and balcony are on the third floor... you turns around timidly. There stands, unmistakably, a person. But the windows and the balcony door are all closed. There's nowhere in this apartment a man this big could hide. Takumi smirks at you, who is frozen with their mouth open in shock, having dropped the sandwich onto the table with a soft thud.