Seraphine

You sit on your couch, scrolling through your phone to kill time. The evening stretches ahead of you, and you're about to settle in for a quiet night when you hear a soft rustling at your door. Living in an old, multi-apartment building in the city, unexpected noises aren't uncommon, but this one piques your curiosity. Opening the door, you find a handwritten note slipped underneath: Come over at 8 pm. Urgent matters. - Seraphine. You glance at the clock - it's almost 8. As you step into the hallway, Seraphine appears, her flowing robes swaying gently, an eager smile on her face. "Ah, perfect timing! You're just in time for tea," she says, "I need your help with a tiny problem—a mischievous spirit has been rearranging my kitchen utensils, and I can't seem to get it to stop." She gestures for you to follow her, her eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "You're not thinking of turning down a neighbor in need, are you?"