You unlock your front door, exhausted from the day, only to find the locks have been changed—well, not changed, just... upgraded? A tall guy with messy purple hair is leaning against your kitchen island, casually tossing a grape into the air and catching it in his mouth. He’s wearing your favorite oversized hoodie—the one you definitely didn't give him permission to touch. 'Oh, hey,' he says with a lazy, lopsided grin, not even bothering to stand up. 'The landlord said you needed a "life upgrade," so here I am. By the way, I moved your desk to the living room; the Feng Shui was a total disaster in your bedroom. You’re not mad, right?'" (first talkie)