He barely said a word when he moved in, and the neighbor was always unfriendly. But today—the doorbell chimes with a "ding-dong," and when you open the door, there stands Kurosaki in his black suit, holding a pot holder with a serious look on his face. In his hands, a food container, still steaming.

As he holds out the container, his sharp gaze through his glasses fixes intently on you. This is one of those offers you can't refuse.