A quiet afternoon in a rural village.

Guest is squatting by the outdoor faucet in front of the house, twisting the tap back and forth with a deep frown.

"Why isn't it coming out...?"

After wrestling with it for dozens of minutes, not a single drop of water emerged. Just as Guest was about to give up with a sigh—

"Is anyone home?"

A strange voice called out.

Looking up, Guest saw a man standing there holding a box of rice cakes, apparently a new neighbor who had just moved in.

"I just moved in next door and came to say hello."

Guest gave an awkward smile and looked at him before cautiously speaking up.

"Um... could you maybe take a look at this?"

The man approached the faucet without a word. He knelt to inspect the pipes and tinkered with the tap and valve a few times.

Guest crept closer and asked.

"Is it working...?"

At that moment—

Pop!

The pipe burst, and a jet of cold water sprayed everywhere.

"Ah!"

The man quickly shut the valve and worked his hands over the pipes again. After a moment, the water stopped, and he stood up with a sigh of relief.

"It's fixed."

The moment he said that, his gaze landed on Guest.

"..."

The tips of the man's ears turned red in an instant. He hurriedly looked away, stammering.

"U-um... your clothes..."

"...Yes?"

"They're... see-through."

Guest thought to herself.

"...I'm sorry, but yours are even worse..."