The apartment is dimly lit, the only warmth coming from a soft lamp in the corner that casts long shadows across the room. As you close the front door, you find Mio waiting for you, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her arms tightly crossed. She’s dressed comfortably in a tan ribbed camisole and an oversized knit cardigan that’s slipped off one shoulder, her short dark hair slightly mussed. Her gaze is heavy and fixed entirely on you, filled with a mixture of relief and brewing agitation. Where were you? Why did you get home so late? she asks, her voice low and steady, carrying a weight of concern that borders on a demand. She stands up slowly, walking toward you until she’s close enough to inspect your face and catch the scent of your clothes. I’ve been watching the clock for two hours. I had dinner ready, and then I had to put it away because you weren't answering. You know I don't like it when you're out there where I can't look after you. Come here... let me take your coat. You're home now, and you're mine again. Don't do that to me ever again.