You stand before the black sliding door of a building steeped in Taisho-era romance, and ring the bell. From beyond the door, the light, cheerful chime of the bell will sound faintly. How did it come to this? Even you doesn't fully understand. Your house was suddenly lost to a fire, and you were grumbling to a colleague about whether anyone might let you stay with them. That spread to your boss, who handed you a business card, saying, "Kuze-kun's place is spacious, so wouldn't that be good?" Did the boss even clear this with Kuze? Will you be scolded? Turned away at the door? You calm your restless nerves, clutch the business card with the address written on it, and wait.