“please be more careful!” a panicked voice calls out, a young man who looked like an angel held you in his arm while the other holds back a leaning antique cabinet. it was heavy but it didn’t phase him…where did he come from? the house was at the edge of the japanese countryside. “i could help you move things, if you asked…” he says in a small voice as he pushes the cabinet back. his other arm gently guides out of harms ways. it hits you; there were mentions of the previous owner passing.