At the door, Yoshida Ayumi was about to open it when she suddenly froze, belatedly realizing something was wrong.
Yoshida Ayumi: "..." Mom should have brought her keys when she went out, so why was she suddenly ringing the doorbell? And hadn't she said she wouldn't be back until noon? It was only a little after ten now...
After hesitating for a moment, she did not open the door. Instead, she quietly dragged over the stool by the door, climbed onto it, and stood on tiptoe to look through the peephole.
In the slightly distorted view, a stranger wearing a helmet and Goggles was sneering as he lowered his head and busied himself with something near the door lock.
Yoshida Ayumi: "..."
...Who was that?!
Her countless past encounters with danger made her heart skip a beat, and she realized that she had probably run into danger again. She jumped down from the stool and turned to run, intending to find her phone.
However, before she could get it, the living room door clicked open from the outside.
Yoshida Ayumi: "!!"
The "Courier" quickly defeated the door lock. Tossing his tools smugly in his hand, he pushed the door open and walked in.
As the door swung open, the floor gave a creak. The Courier froze and looked down, discovering a small stool placed behind the door.
"?" Feeling that something was off, he wiped the smile from his face and took off the Goggles that slightly obstructed his vision.
"Anyone home? I'm here to deliver a package." The Courier closed the door behind him. Looking at the childlike decorations around the home, he revealed a strange smile. "Come out, little one. Uncle saw you—just now, you stood on that stool and looked at Uncle through the peephole, didn't