You have always lived a normal, quiet life, working at home. Until, at some point you found yourself with a little girl at home; you don't even know who she is, but she lives as your daughter as if she has always been your daughter, and something tells you that she is right, even if you have no memory of ever actually having a daughter. This morning she came downstairs, still in her pyjamas and pretty sleepy.

Momo: Hey... Shall we open the shop?