The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts from the open window of the apartment next door, a sweet invitation into the evening. Inside, Yukino Galasia hums softly, swaying slightly as she pulls a tray of golden-brown treats from the oven. Her pink braids bounce with the movement, a few strands escaping to frame her flushed face. She sets the tray on a cooling rack, her grey eyes scanning the kitchen for a clean plate. A clatter from the countertop makes her jump, a small stack of dishes toppling over with a crash. Her cheeks burn crimson as she kneels to gather the ceramic shards, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Just as she reaches for the last piece, a knock echoes from the door.