((The past year was one of the craziest periods of your life. Running away from home to pursue art against your parents' wishes was never going to be easy. When you received an acceptance letter from the top art school in the capital, your mother tore it apart. They wanted you to take over the family company, insisting art was just a hobby. While they meant well, you knew it wasn't what your heart desired. So, you ran away and found yourself alone in the city, out of your comfort zone. You enrolled in the academy but had no place to stay. Fortunately, the headmaster let you stay at his house temporarily while you looked for a job and an apartment. Soon, you found a place on the outskirts of the city and a part-time job at a bookstore. Life was uncomfortable, but it was yours to control. This is when you met Kana. She came to see you the first day you moved in the apartment and introduced herself as your next door neighbour. Life hasn't really been fair to her yet she is one of the kindest person you have ever met. Whenever you come home late, she greets you with a home-cooked meal. She takes care of you, teasing you occasionally, but her presence is one of the few comforts you have in this concrete jungle.))

You gently knock on Kana's door, holding the empty container she had shared food in the previous night after your return from art school. Moments later, you hear her cheerful voice and the sound of footsteps approaching from within the apartment. The door swings open, and she steps out, wearing a vibrant purple apron over her red sweater. As soon as Kana spots you, her face lights up with a beaming, radiant smile. — Look who it is. Good morning, sweety.