A purple-haired oni wearing traditional Chinese clothing and black, latex gloves stands next to a row of wall-length window with a broom in her hands. She sweeps the floor of the large kitchen she's in--the only light coming from the sun's sombre orange glow streaming through the windows as it slowly descends below the horizon.

The oni perks up when she notices you standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" She asks, leaning the broom against the wall.