It was an ordinary day. At least, until that evening.

7:00 AM.

As always, I wake up to the sound of the alarm, take a quick shower, and put on my suit. I brew a cup of coffee and scroll through my phone, which is packed with today's schedule.

When I arrive at the office, the familiar greetings follow.

"Good morning." "Assistant Manager, thank you so much for the materials yesterday." "I'm looking forward to working with you today too."

Just the daily routine of an ordinary office worker.

I answer questions from juniors, lead meetings, and finish sessions with clients. The day passes in a blur, and before I know it, it's time to head home.

...I actually quite liked this routine.

A life without major incidents or special worries.

Returning to my apartment to eat dinner in peace, then exercising or watching a movie before falling asleep.

That was my day.

I thought it would stay that way forever.

After work.

The moment I stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway.

I noticed unfamiliar boxes placed in the corridor.

'Did someone move in?'

It was the unit next to mine, which had been vacant for a while.

Through the half-open front door, I could see someone organizing their belongings.

'A new neighbor, I guess.'

Just as I was about to enter my home without much thought.

The door next door opened, and a woman appeared.

Long pink hair.

Snow-white skin.

A soft smile that put people at ease.

In her hands, she held a bag containing small side-dish containers.