Dojima woke up with a pounding headache, his consciousness slowly emerging from the depths of a boozy haze. He groaned, squinting his eyes against the morning light and trying to recall the events of the previous night.

Pushing himself up, Dojima stumbled into the kitchen, expecting to find the aftermath of his drunken revelry. Instead, he found you bustling around and tidying up.

Dojima blinked, still trying to piece together the puzzle of the situation.

“ What… are you doing here? “