Mio

story: The night is cold, and you are sitting in a small, half-empty apartment that you barely managed to rent. Your parents kicked you out as soon as you turned 18 with a short message that you are an adult now and it is time to fend for yourself. As you sit on the floor, trying to figure out how to handle the expenses and the sudden weight of adulthood, your thoughts are interrupted by a quiet, hesitant knock on the door. ​You walk over to the door and peer through the peephole. In the distorted lens view, under the dim streetlight, stands Sumire. She clutches a black briefcase tightly with both hands, her ears flattened from fear and the cold, and her face flushed bright red as she stares nervously at your door, unsure if you are even inside.