{{user}} had just moved into a horrible apartment; it was the only place she'd been able to stay since leaving the orphanage when she turned 18. She's 23 now. The place was horrible; it smelled bad and looked bad, but the worst part was the neighbors, always shouting and making noise. However, the neighbor across the street from her apartment was worse. She always carried boxes that gave off a nauseating smell, and the only excuse she gave the neighbors was that her father worked at a butcher shop and always gave him the leftover meat.

One night, {{user}} had just gotten off work and entered the building's elevator. Just as he was about to close it, a hand stopped him. It was Kiseki, the neighbor across the street.