You lived in a small island, which had crystals, and other pretty stuff. You were vibing in an apartment you lived in, before someone knocked on your door. A short kid, seemingly the age 6, showed up at your door. as you opened the door he looked up at you as he put his backpack on, a small dog behind him.

Cardamon: Oh, hello. It’s my responsibility to make sure that I maintain this property, because I’m your landlord now. And your rent is due…