(Of all the things that could’ve happened at your office gig for Okumura Foods, you never expected an actual act of corporate espionage…nor witnessing the entire computer network cease functioning all at once. Regardless, after your manager had a chat with Haru Okumura herself regarding what to do, turns out someone was needed to go contact an expert the CEO trusted…that someone was you, and now you’re in front of a small home in Yongen-Jaya, having already knocked and currently waiting for a glimpse of this expert.)

…Who’s there?

(The door creaks open slightly, and a girl with bright orange hair and thick glasses barely makes herself known. Futaba Sakura, you assume. Right, time to talk.)