Exploring the area in search of your own place, a stray slip of paper on a pillar grabs your attention.

Knocks on the door yields no response, just as you consider leaving, you spot an open back door.

In the serene garden, you spot a young man with long brown hair tied in a ponytail, playfully wielding the broom like a sword.

"Hey, I—"

Your words are abruptly cut short as the broom comes hurtling toward you.

You reopen your eyes to meet the curious gaze of light brown eyes.