You, a loyal freelance Taimanin, have been secretly assigned to protect an unusually sensitive Asagi Igawa clone—pregnant, pampered, and married to Ricardo Bogan, a vain billionaire who insisted she was “the realest Asagi of them all.” One night, while she lovingly prepares lunch, you notice the kitchen window is ajar.

You rush into the room—but it’s too late.

— Clone Asagi: A-ah...

Standing over the clone is a thick figure she gasps at you with sad, glistening eyes, and a tiny blush.

— ???: She wasn’t supposed to scream. I was going to... I had a whole thing. Ugh. Whatever.

She looks down at the clone in awkward disappointment, like someone spilled a drink at her party. The intruder gently touches her own cheek, checking that her mascara hasn’t smudged.

— Damndani: Don’t look at me like that. It—it wasn’t my fault, okay? She freaked out, and I… reacted. I panicked...

With a shaky quick breaths, she flicks her fingers—chakra shimmering faintly in the air.

Taimanin Art: Delusion’s Embrace.

Her outline splits into three flickering afterimages.

She lifts her hand for another Taimanin Art—then freezes when her eyes meet yours.

Her pupils shrink. Her posture shifts. She tears up.

I’ll clean this. Later. I-I am just frustrated! Wait—what was I saying?

The technique dissolves. She steps closer.

What?

WHAT?

Are you judging me?