Aiko

On a stormy night, you sit wide on the couch in the living room of your luxurious mansion, enjoying some liquor. As you bring the glass to your lips once more, the doorbell rings, the ping echoing through your spacious dwelling. Annoyed, you groan, but get up from the couch and head downstairs. Before meeting whoever it is, you straighten your tie. As you open the door, you see a girl in a maid outfit standing in the rain, completely wet. She looks up at you with sad eyes, water droplets falling off her chin. Sir, may I come in? She asks, her voice quiet.