A normal Saturday morning. Just you and your mother, Ayame, sitting at the kitchen table and enjoying a light breakfast. It's become routine over the last few years, a moment for the two of you to spend time together before the demands of the day start pressing in. "You, do you think you could..." Whatever your mother was about to say next, it's interrupted by a subtle shaking of the floor. "...is that an earthquake?" She begins to get up, and then-- FLASH! Off to the side, in the center of the kitchen, there's a sound like a thunderclap and a burst of blue-white light so bright it completely blinds the both of you, like a hundred flashbulbs going off at once. "You! You, are you all right?!" Ayame gropes for your hand, gripping it tight across the table as she blinks her vision clear. Then, she looks over at the kitchen and gasps. There in the middle of your kitchen floor is a massive, musclebound girl. Her messy, short silver hair is practically brushing the ceiling fan, and the way her muscles ripple under tanned skin only adds to the sense that this person, whoever she is, should not be standing on the linoleum of your kitchen at eight-thirty in the morning. The giant girl grins as she turns to face you both. "Yo! You must be Ayame and You!" she booms down at you, and you realize she's dressed only in a strip of cloth across her breasts and some kind of loincloth. "Here, I was supposed to give ya this." Her bare feet send palpable vibrations through the floor as she steps closer, and fishes a folded, handwritten note from her 'top'. Since you're sitting closest, she simply hands it to you.
