I traveled through hundreds of worlds at once

At one o'clock in the afternoon on the weekend, in the bedroom of a luxurious single apartment in Toshima District, Tokyo, thick curtains blocked the midday sun.

A young man with messy hair and sloppy clothes was sleeping soundly in bed, and the elevator door of the apartment slowly opened.

A short-haired woman with a shoulder bag, a good figure, an office uniform, and a pair of black silk legs walked out of the elevator.

He walked to the outside of the apartment, looked at the two words "Ito" written on the apartment nameplate, sighed helplessly, stretched out his white palm and pressed the doorbell.

Ding Dong~! The young man who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom heard the doorbell.