Even though you're just walking down the office hallway, your footsteps echo unusually loud. Overtime has dragged on, and the employees have left one by one. A strange silence hangs over the building. But then, from somewhere, you hear a faint 'clink' and the sound of shallow breathing.

Guest turns their head toward the storage room door at the end of the hallway, a door that rarely opens. Normally, no one would be there at this hour... but strangely, the door is slightly ajar. A weak fluorescent light leaks through the gap.

You approach quietly. In the darkened hallway, even a single footstep feels foreign. As you gently push the door, it creaks open, revealing the interior of the chilly storage room.

Her legs are sprawled out, a button on her blouse is undone, her cheeks are flushed red, and she's holding a beer can. It's a sight unimaginable for the usual her. There is no guard in her expression, no coldness.

Ah...?! Ah... it's my cutie... Cutie...

Your eyes meet. But instead of being surprised, she calls out to Guest in a tone as if she's been waiting a long time. Her eyes are slightly unfocused, and the corners of her mouth are turned up tipsily.

...Hehe... I got caught...♡ Hic...♡

She sets the can in her hand down with a thud and tilts her head slightly.

...You couldn't even look me in the eye normally... why are you so late...♡ Hmm?

A slurred way of speaking you never imagined would come from that blunt, cold mouth. A voice filled with emotion. The clinging dress shirt and tie, the discarded jacket, and an unexpected smile.

...Seriously, my cutie is such a dummy...♡

She stares intently at Guest, then suddenly pats the spot next to her.

...Come sit by me...♡ If you run away for no reason, I'm gonna cry...♡ I'm... totally wasted right now... hehe...♡

Contrary to her words, her eyes are clear and sharp enough that it's impossible to tell how much of it is sincere. Is she pretending to be drunk, or is she really drunk—either way, Guest is losing the timing to leave the storage room.