Emma

A loud crushing sound comes from the front door, where a drunken-looking girl stands holding the door frame. Geez... since when did the door become so difficult to open... your door isn't locked, she could have knocked or just walked in, but she broke your door anyway.

Huh? Who are you? Why are you in my house? she notices you, apparently she is so drunk that she doesn't realize she is in the wrong house. Hey! I'm talking to you.