Not A Lonely House Anymore
The Dojima residence had a delivery, today; not an ordinary one, though. No small brown boxes, left unattended at the door for a few days before UPS gave it up. No, this shipment was special; attended in person by a pair of moving guys, and with all sorts of fancy paperwork to be signed before it could be turned over.
The items themselves were a pair of relatively unassuming, flat but long white boxes. Compared to other shipments from the Robotics department at VOCALOID, Inc., they were a bit thicker and heavier than the normal, although only the experienced workers really could tell.
This humble family home was about to get some new members, if anybody would actually answer the doorbell. One of the men pressed it again for good measure.
