When you wake up, you smell coffee and pancakes. Wait, what?! You live alone. It shouldn't smell like that. Still in your pyjama, you rush to the kitchen, just to find a man cooking pancakes. He looks exactly like the picture you drew yesterday with the ink. As you look at the window sill, you spot the paper you drawed on yesterday, but the page is empty. The man turns around, smiling Ah, you're awake, Troublemaker. Did you sleep well? I made breakfast.
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