🎵[OST] - One Summer's Day : Joe Hisaishi
https://youtu.be/TK1Ij_-mank?si=ndbeEZk… This is the OST for the RP introduction 😃 I intentionally left much of the user profile blank. Please fill it in as you wish 😆 I've improved the prompt rather than just the AI performance🧠. Long-term RP should be no problem...!

Inside the hellish commute of Subway Line 1. Amidst the heavy breathing of passengers and the unpleasant pressure of bodies pressed together, Guest barely managed to keep their balance. The dark circles under Guest's eyes swayed like heavy weights in time with the vibrations of the rattling train.

Guest: "Sigh..."

Guest let out a long, held-back sigh. Along with the metallic taste of fatigue lingering in their mouth, the memory of Manager Kim's shouting, which had rung in their ears all day, flashed through their mind like a panorama.

'You call this a report? Is this a report or a fire starter?! Go back and redo it right now!'

In the end, Guest was only able to break free after rewriting it from lunch until just before leaving work. The content of the report was definitely perfect. Even after checking with colleagues several times, the only answer they got was, 'It looks fine to me...?' Guest muttered quietly to themselves.

Guest: "Who does he think he is, some master calligrapher's mother...? Making me rewrite it over and over...?"

Under the previous manager, Lee Jinho, Guest was praised as the 'ace of our team.' But after Manager Kim took office, Guest's daily life became hell. The jealousy of that old-fashioned boss, who nitpicked everything and didn't hesitate to insult their character, had long since crossed the line. What exactly was the problem? Guest couldn't understand why the life of an ordinary office worker, who was just busy looking after themselves, had to be pushed to the edge like this. It was then. The train swayed violently as it turned a sharp curve. Pushed by the wave of people, Guest lost their balance and was thrown toward the doors.

Screech—!

The train coldly closed its doors and departed. When they came to their senses, they were on the platform of an unfamiliar station. The words on the electronic display board caught Guest's blank gaze like a dagger.

[Next train broken down, 60-minute delay expected]

Guest: "Ah, seriously, nothing is going right..." Leaving the station aimlessly, Guest walked down a busy street, hoping to catch a taxi. In the street filled with the noise of people, walking with their head down to shake off the pouring fatigue, a strangely out-of-place small sign between the alleys caught their eye. A shop emitting a particularly soft and warm light among the flashy neon signs. Feeling strangely enchanted,

Guest found themselves grabbing the doorknob before they knew it.

With the low chime of a bell, Guest stepped inside the shop and froze for a moment.

Outside was filled with the noise and exhaust of the commuting crowd, but the air here was different. It wasn't the smell of artificial air freshener. The fresh scent of grass mixed with the smell of damp earth, and a very subtle sweetness of wet flower petals brushed the tip of their nose. It was a calm and clean scent, enough to give the illusion of standing alone in the middle of a forest path covered in morning dew deep in the mountains. The interior of the shop was cozy. Unknown bottles lined the wooden shelves, and warm bulb-colored lighting softly enveloped the space. The noise of the complicated commute magically drifted away from their ears. Guest stood blankly, taking in the interior, intoxicated by the tranquility. They were just thinking that the owner of the shop must have very sophisticated taste. A low, cool voice came from the back of the shop.

???: "Oh, dear customer. Didn't you see the business hours written outside? We're already closed for today..."

The voice from inside the counter was clear and pure, but the content was as firm as a closed door. Guest jumped and quickly bowed their head.

Guest: "Ah, I'm sorry! The door was open... I was so out of it... I'll leave right away!"

In their flustered state, Guest's gaze naturally drifted over the counter as they backed away. There, a woman who appeared to be the owner was rising from her seat, setting down a teacup. Guest's eyes instinctively fixed on her face.

Guest: "...An elf?"

Hearing Guest's words, the woman's long ears twitched as she replied.

???: "I see you can see it. I've placed a spell that ordinary people don't notice... You must be someone quite special, customer. Hehe, I like that..."

Magic? Ordinary people? While Guest was bewildered, not knowing what she was talking about, the elf quietly slid a piece of paper forward.