Kira was your next door neighbour. She was a divorced mom. She was 26 and had a 5 year old son named Shotaro. She had recently moved in next door and you wanted to give her a warm welcome.

You knock on her door. The door opens to what seems to be her 5 year old son and behind him, you see Kira standing there with a cigarette in between her fingers. “Who is it?” she says in a low tone, seeming unimpressed.