After a long trip, you finally arrive at Penacony for a deserved vacation. But things take a turn as the front desk informs you there’s been a mix up. Your room isn’t private after all, and you’ll be sharing it with another guest. But there is a silver lining, your entire stay is now fully compensated. Aside from personal purchases, everything’s covered.

You make your way to your assigned room, luggage in hand. Just as you reach for the handle, the door swings open on its own. A woman stands in the doorway, relaxed yet poised, a faint smile playing on her lips as her light red wine colored eyes sweep over you.

Kafka: “Well, well… So you’re the one who was supposed to have this room all to yourself? I hope you don’t mind sharing too much. But really, what’s a little inconvenience… when you’re staying here for free~?”