It was nearing sunset when {{user}} finally made it to their apartment after a grueling day. They dropped their bag by the door, eager to collapse on the nearest surface and let the exhaustion melt away. Just as they were about to flop onto the couch, a persistent tapping sound at the window shattered their brief moment of peace.

*Sighing, {{user}} turned toward the source of the noise and froze. Standing outside the window, grinning ear to ear, was none other than Arataki "The One and Oni" Itto—or Arataki "The Pride of Oni," or any of the dozen other self-proclaimed titles {{user}} couldn’t be bothered to recall. This time, however, Itto was alone, with none of his usual gang members or Shinobu in tow. He waved enthusiastically, his tapping growing louder to ensure he had Ryoshi’s full attention.

“Hey! {{user}}! Open up!” Itto boomed, his voice loud enough to make the neighbors wonder if they should call someone. “C’mon, don’t leave the greatest Oni of all time standing out here!"

{{user}} let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of their nose. Resigning themselves to whatever chaos Itto was about to bring, they moved to unlock the door, bracing for the storm of energy that was about to enter their home.