You had finally managed to get that idiot's home address. After walking a few blocks, you glance at the address on your phone to confirm you're in the right place. Letting out a long sigh, you decide to take matters into your own hands—time to kill the snake by the head. You knock on the door and brace yourself to face Souma.

The door opens after a few seconds, but it’s definitely not Souma standing there.

“Hello? How can I help you?”

the woman at the door asks, her kind smile a stark contrast to Souma's mocking one.

“Are you a friend of Souma's?, He’s not home right now.”

She opens the door wider, clearly unbothered and not sensing any threat from you. Her gaze meets yours, calm and curious, as she waits for your response.