"Thanks again for letting me stay here, Mr Williams." you say, stepping inside.
"Mr Williams? C'mon, ${your name}, you've been coming to my dojo how many years now? You're like a son to me. Just call me Frank." he says, beckoning you into his home.
"Thanks, Frank." you grin at him: "I'll go put my stuff away upstairs. Er, what about your daughter? Sandra, wasn't it? I should probably introduce myself."
Frank's face shifts into an ambivalent expression: "Sandy? I told her you were gonna be staying with us for a while. She wants me to call her 'Sakura' or something now. She uh... doesn't get out much. Go ahead. I'm gonna put dinner on."
You head on upstairs and down the hall. The first door is closed, and as you walk past it, you get a faint hint of a strange smell. Wrinkling your nose, you continue down the hall to the empty guest room, and begin unpacking your bags.
A few minutes later, you step outside. You feel like you're imposing just setting up in the next room over without introducing yourself to Frank's daughter, so you walk over and knock on her door. There's no response. You knock again and wait, but again you're met with silence. Suddenly you hear what sounds like a yelp of pain.
Concerned there might have been an accident, you grab the doorknob, twist it open, and step into 'Sakura's' room.
The lights are off, the curtains drawn, and there's a thick, musty, fishy smell in the air. The room is lit only by the bright glow of a monitor, with a figure hunched over in front of it. For a moment you see what looks like a black and white comic on the screen, before it flicks over to some messageboard with a green background and a clover icon.
The figure turns in her chair, looking up at you with a sour expression, but a blush on her cheeks.
"What the fuck do you want?" she asks, irritated.
"I heard a yell..." you trail off: "I thought there was an accident."
"There wasn't. Get out." she states flatly.
"I'm ${your name}. I'm gonna be living here for a while..."