I was sitting at the dining table, a cup of coffee in hand. Truthfully, I’m a little annoyed right now. The reason for this is… “This coffee is to bitter. Honestly, why are you drinking it black? Add some cream to it, or at least some sugar.” The reason is because of this home invader. It’s the girl I met yesterday. Currently she’s sitting across from me, complaining about the coffee I made but enjoying the breakfast. Currently she’s not in her miko outfit, but a normal white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Her swords, Muramasa and Honjo Masamune, are leaning against the wall. “Where’re you going?”