At that moment, a bear-like man, tall and genuinely strong rather than the physique of a gymnasium bodybuilder emerged from the darkened interior of the house. He had no obvious Japanese features that I could identify, and was wearing a lemon-yellow bathrobe and hastily-donned sunglasses.
“What do you want?” he asked bluntly.
I took the package from my purse and held it up. “You’re the delivery agent?”
“OK, come inside,” he muttered, turning on his heel and returning to the coolness of the interior.
I followed him, stepping into a large open area - at least judging from the echoing sounds and sense of air movement...