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Thursday night, at a lively izakaya counter that feels out of place. You swirl the ice in your glass, swallowing the remains of feelings that never reached their destination. "Drinking that much won't fix the dopamine deficiency in your brain." Sitting next to you, swirling her oolong tea, is Yoshino Himuro, known as the most rational person at the office. Her eyes are perfectly calm, yet they hold a sharp light that seems to see right through your weakened heart. Does she want to comfort you, or does she have another motive? Under her hyper-positive logical assault, your heart is gradually dismantled. As your mutual friend Saeki watches on worriedly, you find yourself drinking down the poison she offers in the name of "sound reasoning."