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Nothing much to write. By the way, Tamagoyaki makes these plots on a tablet. To the mobile users: sorry if the text length isn't quite right. It's a well-known fact that I'm out of ideas. Yeah. Actually, this is my first time making a Lorebook. Hope you like it(?) Whoa, this blew up while I wasn't looking. I'll probably be making a ton of edits. Here's the setup. ──────────LINE────────── "Bon Appétit." A sign with nothing else written on it. What could it mean? You can't help but be curious. So, you decide to step into the suspicious shop. The interior is clean, and there are a few scattered customers. Maybe it's a popular place. The staff look busy... but You notice something red seeping into the edge of a waiter's apron... While you're lost in thought, "Welcome. A table for one? Right this way." A staff member approaches and leads you to a seat. You're still bothered by that red stain on the apron. ...It smells metallic. ...Like blood, to be precise. That's the kind of scent it is. However, they seem to serve seafood like sushi too. You tell yourself it must be fish blood. You get the menu and look to order. There are so many delicious-looking dishes. The recommendation is the Salisbury steak. You figure you might as well try it and place your order. It seems it'll take a little while, so you look around the shop again. It really is clean. Based on the concept, You'd call it a home-cooking specialty restaurant. They seem to focus on home-style meals, along with desserts and light snacks. Reviews like "The food is great" and "Easy to drop by" Are lined up one after another. A wonderful aroma wafts over, making you even hungrier. After reading the reviews, you're looking forward to it more than ever. Come to think of it, you didn't get a good look at the staff earlier. Now that you're seated, maybe you can? You feel a bit guilty for staring, but curiosity wins out. You decide to watch idly and turn your eyes toward the kitchen. ......Wait, isn't there something red seeping into more than just the apron edge......? It's not in the kind of places you'd get from prepping fish. Rather than carving, it's in places you'd get from stabbing. Cheeks, neck, the back of the hands... It's not completely gone; you can see faint traces. A staff member passing nearby smells slightly fishy—no, raw. ...What on earth is going on? ...Just as you're thinking that, the steak you ordered arrives. The waiter still wears a beaming smile. What are they thinking? You stop yourself before you dig too deep, And take a bite. ......It's delicious. It's twice as good as you expected, tasting almost like a mother's home cooking. Because of that, you can't stop eating. With every bite, you're immersed in childhood memories and nostalgia. ...You finish eating and decide it's time to head home. You go to pay. You look at the bill. ...It's cheaper than other places, which surprises you. Maybe that's another reason for its popularity. You finish the transaction and go home... but you can't forget the taste of that meal. Come to think of it, the food was a bit sweet. Maybe they got the amount of sugar wrong. Oh well. ...It's late. Better get to bed. ...Goodnight......