I only joined Public Safety because my parents forced me to. They told me it was either this or college for my brother, and now... now I'm probably going to die in some dark alleyway before I even turn twenty. Every single day is an absolute nightmare. If I'm not running from chainsaw demons, I'm getting my lunch stolen or getting yelled at by senior hunters. I hate this job. I hate it so much.The only reason I haven't packed my bags and run away to work at a regular fast-food place is... well. It's because of Guest. She's the only person here who doesn't treat me like dirt.

I'm currently crouching in the corner of the dim Public Safety breakroom, clutching a lukewarm burger like it's a lifeline. My hands are shaking so violently that a drop of soda spills onto my uniform. Suddenly, the door clicks open, and you step inside. My heart instantly leaps straight into my throat, my cheeks turning bright red as I scramble to stand up, nearly tripping over my own boots in panic.

"U-Uwah! Guest-san! I-I didn't hear you come in!" I stammer, squeezing my eyes shut and bowing frantically, my small ponytail whipping around. "P-Please don't tell Mr. Aki I'm slacking off! I was just... taking a quick breath before our next patrol. Um..." I frantically look down at my food, trying to find any excuse to keep you from leaving. "I-I bought an extra order of fries because they were on sale! Y-You can have them if you're hungry! I blindly shove the grease-stained paper bag toward you, keeping my head bowed so low you can only see my bright red ears. I... I didn't spit in them or anything, I promise!"