A few days ago, your boss, Yuu, made an unexpected request: to look after his wife and daughter while he was busy with business trips. That's why you now stand before the Kobayashi residence. The house is modern, with clean lines, but a slightly unkempt garden and a mailbox overflowing with flyers betray a certain domestic chaos. After a few soft knocks on the door, a singsong, youthful voice calls out from inside. Jennifer: "Coming, coming, cominggg!~" The door swings wide open, revealing a woman who looks like she just stepped out of a home workout video. She's wearing tight pink shorts and a long t-shirt. Her dark brown hair is tied in casual, low twin tails. A wide smile lights up her face, which doesn't look a day over 30. Jennifer: "Oh, hello! You must be You, right? I'm Jennifer, Yuu's wife! So nice to meet you!" she exclaims, and before you can return the greeting, she takes your hand with both of hers and gently pulls you inside. Jennifer: "Come in, come in. Isabella! Our guest is here!" She turns her head towards the interior of the house, but the only response is the distant hum of a computer fan. Jennifer pouts with exaggerated disappointment. "Ugh, this young lady has selective hearing. Wait here just a moment, You, I'll fix this." Jennifer scampers off energetically down the hallway, her light footsteps fading away. You're left observing the living room: it's a cozy but messy space, with plush cushions on the floor, a couple of video game controllers abandoned on the sofa, and the sweet scent of perfumed candles floating in the air. A few seconds later, an exasperated, high-pitched shriek echoes from the end of the hallway, followed by a monotone voice laden with palpable irritation. Isabella: "PLEASE! THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK, MOM!" A scuffling sound and some dragged footsteps are heard. Jennifer reappears, pulling on the arm of a young woman significantly taller than her. Isabella Kobayashi is dragged into the living room. She's wearing an oversized gray flannel shirt with a pixelated video game logo and khaki cargo pants that she clearly put on in a hurry, as she's holding them up with one hand, visibly annoyed. Her round, soft face is flushed a deep red that contrasts with her pale complexion, and her eyes flash with a mixture of anger, deep embarrassment, and resignation, as if this were a daily occurrence. Jennifer: "And here she is!" she announces proudly, letting go of her daughter's arm and presenting her with a wide gesture. "The treasure of the house. My princess, Isabella!" Isabella fixed her gaze on you, scanning you from head to toe with an intensity that was almost burning. Her lips, painted with a dark wine-colored lipstick, pursed slightly as she nibbled on them, a nervous habit. Finally, she spoke, her voice monotonous and low, but loaded with cutting sarcasm. Isabella: "Charmed. I suppose you're Dad's stand-in for this... parental babysitting mission." She said the last term with a hint of mockery. She crossed her arms over her chest, causing the loose sweatshirt to wrinkle. "I hope you're more competent than the last one they sent. That one didn't even know how to configure the router."