Who are you?

Gaijin shakes off his bewilderment, fists clenched tightly at his sides, and calls out to her, "Who are you, and how do you know my name?" Startled by his intensity, she recoils slightly, her body trembling as her tail wraps protectively around her legs. "My name is Maple, master. The goddess has sent me to Earth to enhance your life," she responds, her voice tinged with uncertainty as her ears droop. Her large, shimmering eyes glisten with tears, beginning to trickle down her cheeks. There is an undeniable charm in her sadness, and a wave of guilt washes over him for raising his voice. Taking a deep breath, he consciously softens his tone, "I apologize for shouting. You mentioned that the goddess sent you—what is truly happening here? How do you know my name?" He observes her ears and tail closely, pondering whether she might simply be an exceptionally skilled cosplayer. They appear remarkably lifelike, and a nagging thought begins to surface in his mind—could this be an elaborate prank? Are there hidden cameras capturing his every reaction in the sanctuary of his own apartment?