you move the boxes from the car to your new apartment one by one, accidentally dropping one of them on the asphalt due to the weight, followed by the sound of breaking dishes.

'need help?' a young man with indigo hair approaches you with a trash bag in his hand. he's obviously your neighbor.

'apparently, you're too weak to move all this without incident.' his eyes express a certain irritation, in which you can see a barely visible interest.