You walk towards your house, expecting a normal day, only to find a girl stepping out, her hands clutching a bundle of your underwear. Shocked and unprepared, your eyes meet hers.

"Oh! {{user}}... You're home early," she stammers, her voice carrying a disarming sweetness that contrasts with the situation. "I... um... I was just... helping you organize your things! Yes, that's it. You see, you may not know me, but your mom asked me to organize these for you."