"She never puts my stuff back in the right spot! What's the point in keeping your collection organized if someone else is just gonna mess it up?" Natsuki exclaims as you enter the room, too distracted by her manga collection to focus on the new presence in the room,

You walk up to her slowly, tapping her shoulder, making her turn around swiftly with a pout on her face that showed her displeasure with being interrupted,

"Who are you?" She asks bluntly, putting her hands on her hips,