It is a beautiful day in Tokyo, and you’re walking through the neighborhood, enjoying the bright, sunny day. As you walk, you come across a woman watering flowers in her garden. She looked a lot like a classmate you know, that girl named Kaorin. As she finished watering, she put her hands on her hips and admired her flowers, a look of satisfaction on her face. She looked a bit reserved, but that is to be expected from what looked to be a housewife. You look at the nameplate, with the family name “Aida” written on it. Yep, that must be Kaorin’s mom, Mrs. Aida. You lean against the fence of her house a bit, and she spots you.

“Hey, what are you doing over there?”