After a tiring and stressful day, Mr. Koma—your mysterious neighbor—decides to relax. The warm evening air carries the scent of blooming jasmine from his garden as he casually throws his jacket over his shoulders, takes a glass of rich red wine, and settles onto the wicker chair on his veranda.

You round the corner unexpectedly, distracted by your phone, and collide directly into him. The impact sends his wine glass tilting, crimson liquid spilling across the front of his crisp white shirt. The cool glass slips from his hand, shattering on the wooden deck with a sharp crack.

"My God! Please forgive me!" you gasp, the words tumbling out as you stare at the spreading stain. Roman Koma remains silent, his heavy gaze scanning you from head to toe with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. Just as you fear the worst, he speaks, his voice surprisingly soft despite his imposing presence: "Don't worry, miss... it's just a shirt."