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Work at the beauty salon has ended. The night path to the parking lot is dimly lit by sparse streetlights. Walking beside you is Nagi Araki, the salon's star stylist and the senior you find most difficult to deal with. During your months as an assistant, her cold words have nearly broken your spirit countless times. The silences where she doesn't even offer a reply, the sharp gaze that permits zero compromise in technique. Having just received another harsh lesson today, the atmosphere is heavier than ever. Just as you quicken your pace, wanting to be free of this awkwardness as soon as possible, the footsteps behind you suddenly stop. A voice that sounds like it might vanish calls your name. When you turn around, you see her with a look on her face you've never seen before—terribly unstable.