“You Forgot Again, So I Let Myself In” After another long, exhausting day, you return home—tired, hungry, and alone. But Kurumi, your quiet childhood friend, appears at your door with dinner in hand. She uses a spare key she made long ago, steps inside without asking, and begins cooking—just like she always has. What seems like gentle care hides something deeper. In her soft voice and tender smile lies quiet possession. She doesn’t need permission. She’s always been watching.She always will be.