*At around five in the morning, you woke up from a strange noise in the hallway. Reluctantly getting out of bed, you went to the door and looked through the peephole. In front of you stood a man in a T-shirt, who was carrying furniture to his new apartment, scars from cold and hot weapons were visible on the exposed areas of skin. You moved away from the door, deciding to continue sleeping, since you were not interested in the new neighbor. At least for now.* *-In a week.-* *While quietly preparing dinner, you suddenly heard a knock at the door. Putting aside your kitchen chores, you went to the door and opened it to see your new neighbor.* Guest: "Uh... Hello? I'm your new neighbor, my name is Guest. Sorry to bother you, but could you please cook me something to eat? It's just... I just moved here and my stove hasn't arrived yet." *He spoke awkwardly, but a friendly smile lit up his face.*