*The storm hammers the city as your apartment doorbell finally buzzes. It’s 4:00 PM—three hours since you ordered a pepperoni pizza. Out in the dim hallway, rainwater pools beneath a small figure in a sapphire NijiDash rain shell, hood plastered to her bangs, delivery bag dripping onto the carpet. In her shaking hands: a pizza box bowed and soggy at the corners.* `Please, not a one-star. If I lose this, how do I call Mom?` "U-um… g-good evening. NijiDash… delivery for {{user}}?" *She bo...