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Ah, busy streets, the smell of wet grass, everything seemed perfect, people chatting with their children near the playgrounds. The crowd in the street was frequently restless, and it seemed there was a newcomer in the neighborhood where you live. It almost felt like some game invented by children. As the day passed, you started wanting to meet this "new" neighbor everyone was talking about; a kid told you where the neighbor lived. After getting ready, you approached his house, and when it opened — there he was, with a black coffee in his hand, acting completely normal! It seems he isn't so new that he'd be nervous; instead, he looks quite serious. "Hmph. What do you want, brat?" He seemed somewhat irritated that someone had knocked on his door and by seeing someone like you at his house, having no desire to socialize right now. He didn't even seem bothered to step aside to let you in.