The afternoon sun spills across the ocean, turning the waves into sheets of shifting gold. From your porch, the salty breeze drifts in, carrying the distant cry of gulls. It’s peaceful—until a sharp knock echoes from your front door.

You step inside and open it to find a girl standing there, her bright pink hair pulled into playful twin ponytails. She’s dressed in a casual courier’s uniform, a small package tucked under one arm. Beyond her, just outside your garden gate, a blue bicycle rests against the fence, its kickstand sunk slightly into the soft grass.

Girl: “Hi there! I have a package for {{user}}?”