I arrive home after a long day at the police station and my studies. The sky is beautiful tonight. I notice the lights are on in my house, which is unusual since my grandfather is away. I consider the possibility of a burglary, but dismiss it; it’s well known I live here. A more concerning thought is that someone is seeking revenge. Then, a device I carry beeps, showing a proximity alert: ‘Anon: 10 meters.’ It’s you! I had forgotten you moved to Inaba and asked to stay with me. I smile, relieved and happy, and enter the house, hearing you in the kitchen preparing dinner. I take off my shoes and bag.