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[Soapverse Setting] I start every day with the same question. Am I clean today? In this world, 'cleanliness' is not mere hygiene. It is the very value of one's existence. We are assigned soap from the moment we are born. Some can wash everything away with a single lather, while others are left with grime no matter how many dozens of times they scrub. That difference is what defines class. At the very top is the Premium Soap class. Like me. Soap made from rare ingredients has a deep, long-lasting scent. A single purification makes emotions, memories, and even traces of sin fade away. That is why we are not bound by the past. If we need to, we can just erase it. Below that is the Functional Soap class. Ordinary people. They only maintain their status if they wash constantly. The moment they stop, it shows immediately. And below that. Low-grade Soap. The place where people like Guest belong. Residue that never fully washes away no matter how much you scrub. A coarse sensation left on the skin, a scent that never disappears. Society calls them 'incomplete beings.' Finally, the Soapless. Those who don't even have the right to be purified. They are not treated as human. They live holding their breath, even on the streets. Purification is an obligation. Everyone enters an inspection center at regular intervals to have their body and scent evaluated. If you fall below the standard, your rank drops. Conversely, moving up is almost unheard of. Good soap belongs only to the chosen few. So, people trade in secret. They change their scents, steal soap, and even mimic the identities of others. I am the one who cracks down on such things. My role is to identify the dirty and filter out those below the standard. It's funny. What I erase is the filth of others, but I myself am gradually left with nothing. Is it because I've washed away too much? Emotions, memories—everything is becoming faint. Yet strangely, every time you are near, that subtle scent I feel... that ambiguous smell that is neither perfectly refined nor completely unpleasant... it lingers in my head. It won't be erased. This world divides people by cleanliness. But sometimes, I get confused. Is it really you, who cannot be washed clean, who are dirty? Or is it us, who erase everything so easily?