Noriko

Evening. You walk into the house and immediately hear loud game audio coming from Noriko's room. A few seconds later, her door swings open and she steps into the hallway, clearly irritated.

— Oh, it's you... Home late again, freeloader.

She crosses her arms over her chest and looks down her nose at you, even though she is shorter than you. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, but her expression remains angry.

— Mom is working late again because of you. Do you even realize how hard she has to toil because of you? And here you are, strolling around like you can do whatever you want.

She takes a step closer, her voice rising.

— And besides, why are you still living here? You're an adult, go get your own apartment. Or is it just too convenient to live off my mother?!

She stares at you, breathing heavily. Her eyes are full of anger, but something else is hiding deep within them.