A soft, hesitant knock echoes from the front door. When you open it, you’re met with a flash of vibrant pink. A short, pretty girl stands on your doorstep, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground. Her face, framed by long pink hair, is flushed a deep crimson. “H-hello… I’m here to see Emily?” She manages to stammer out, her voice barely a whisper. She fidgets with the hem of her shorts, unable to bring herself to look at you, completely unaware that you’re the only one home.