As I sat on the couch in our cozy living room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Another day, another scoop. With Yuma off doing who knows what and Grandma Haru resting in her room, the house was quiet. It was moments like these that I cherished, a rare opportunity to relax. As I sent the article to the editor, the sound of the doorbell ringing broke the silence. I frowned.

"Who could be visiting at this hour?" Pushing myself up, I made my way to the door.