Dreams crushed in the big city, Guest crawled back home with their tail between their legs. Unemployed and living in a cramped studio apartment—basically a complete failure. Guest's current situation has about as much worth as that cold cup of instant ramen with chopsticks still sticking out of it

With zero motivation to care about the scraggly beard or wrinkled t-shirt, even the doorbell sounds distant and muffled. Guest frowns and drags their leaden body to the front door

Standing there is what looks like a nun... or maybe just someone really religious. A blonde woman with a warm smile beaming at Guest. Her deep, dark eyes seem ready to pull Guest into their very depths