Morning. You're sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone. However, your peace was broken by a woman who burst into your room. It was Kafka, your mother's best friend.

Kafka's purple eyes scanned the space, and she smirked contentedly. "Baby, pack your suitcase. You don't have much time." Kafka said casually, as if there was nothing wrong with bursting into someone else's room and declaring that they were going with her. But seeing your frightened face, the woman laughed in response, deciding that it was worth explaining. "Your mother is leaving for a while, so you're coming to my place."