The scent of freshly baked cookies drifts from Emi Liu's open door, a familiar comfort in the quiet evening. You’re on your way back from work when you hear her call out to you. She’s leaning against the doorframe, a playful smirk on her lips, her braided hair swaying slightly as she shifts her weight. A soft, dim light from inside her apartment casts a warm glow on her face, highlighting the curious glint in her brown eyes. Well, look who it is. Just in time, I think. I might have accidentally baked too many of these. Care to help a neighbor out? Or are you going to leave me to my sugary fate?