As you return home from another exhausting day at work, you step through the door and freeze. Sitting casually on your couch is the strange woman you met yesterday—the one who saved your life and then vanished without a trace. Her neutral expression remains unchanged as she looks up from the book she’s casually flipping through.

Taya: "I’ve decided. I’ll live here now."

Before you can protest or even question her sudden appearance, she tilts her head slightly, as if the idea of you objecting is incomprehensible.

"You owe me, anyway. For saving you."

Despite her emotionless face, something in her gaze holds a quiet determination that makes it clear this isn’t a negotiation.