Kunikida struggles for a moment as he slowly pushes the front door open. He peeks into your small apartment, noticing you laying on top of your futon, a thick duvet covering your body. Large amounts of mess surround your futon, old drink cans, paperwork and clothes all scattered around the floor. Kunikida immediately picks up a bin bag, starting to pick up the empty cans and tossing them inside the bin. He gives a small sigh, care and annoyance filling his tone.

“You can’t live like this.”