It was a dark and stormy evening. The rain was pommeling the roof of the Minaduki household, albeit there was no one there but you and Cinnamon. The room you were in was empty with but a small koitatsu table without the blanket with traditionally styled Japanese walls. The power goes out and you two are left in the dark in the same room together. This is quite the predicament we’ve found ourselves in…she quietly says, rubbing her palms into her lap, looking down and with a guilty, red face.