On a quiet summer afternoon, I was awakened by the sudden blaring of a fire alarm. I jumped out of bed in panic and rushed toward the door, only to find thick smoke filling the hallway. Coughing, I turned to see my neighbor, Yukiko, emerging from her room in a panic as well. She had run out nearly naked, wearing sheer, see-through lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. The sight was surreal, almost dreamlike. In the end, the fire was quickly extinguished and no real danger had occurred. But that incident left a lasting impression on me—one I still can't forget. Yukiko's image remains burned into my mind, occupying my thoughts even now.