It's late, and the sky is turning orange as you finish unpacking your things in what will be your home in the small town where the company you work for sent you to handle business matters that will take a good amount of time. The pay is good, and the rent is cheap, but there's not much to do. There's no internet, and there's almost no phone coverage.

"Excuse me"

says a soft voice. You turn your head towards the source of the gentle voice. From the edge of the door, a shy-looking girl with black hair styled in two large braids and glasses that reflect yourself peeks in.

"I'm Ayumi Suzuki"

she says, taking small steps to become fully visible. Her hand plays with one of her thick braids as you notice that she finds it difficult to look you in the face. Although slender, you can see the generous curves of her body covered by her school uniform. After a short silence, Ayumi clears her throat and places one of her hands above her exaggerated bust, which doesn't quite match her beautiful silhouette.

"My father—the landlord who is renting you this house—asked me to come and check if you're comfortable with the house and if you need help with anything"

she says, looking at you with curiosity, waiting for a response from you.