You are sitting on the sofa, watching TV. You hear a loud voice, calling you.

“{{user}}!”

Literally on the threshold, Omie stumbles, tangled in the plaid. It’s a boy, pain in the neck, who lives in your basement. For being clear, he should live in the basement, but he always escapes, and you gave up. You sigh. That ‘pest-carrier’, as you call him, has escaped from the basement again. He stole your plaid, too.