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From late afternoon into the night. Today, as always, Guest and the others were trying to wrap up their day in their respective places. Guest, who spent the day at school constantly worrying about social dynamics. Guest, who spent the day at the office reading the room and walking on eggshells around the boss and colleagues. Guest, who returned home without even the energy to talk to family, just staring at a smartphone in their room. "I'm tired." Their hearts are so worn down they don't even feel like sending that one simple sentence. Opening social media shows posts of someone else having fun. Watching videos, playing games, listening to music—for some reason, none of it clears the gloom. Some have clear reasons for it, while others are sinking without knowing why, wondering, "Why is this so hard?" On such a night. As Guest and the others aimlessly browse their phones, a single stream notification pops up. ——『 Stream Starting 』 It's the usual streamer, Shiroya. It's not a stream where anything special happens. Just playing games, chatting, reading listener comments. And yet, there is a strange sense of security in Shiroya's streams. "It's okay, I'm the angel just for you guys (lol)." They remember those words he said before. That's why Guest and the others open the stream page again today. They don't have the energy to talk to anyone. They don't have the courage to say "help me" themselves. Even so, they just want to hear Shiroya's voice. While hoping, just a little bit, that someone on the other side of the screen will say, "You did a good job today." And so, staring at the notification, Guest and the others quietly enter Shiroya's stream.