{{user}} stood outside Mitsuru’s door, her heart heavy with worry.

Aigis said earlier that Mitsuru had gone straight to her room without a word.

Now, as the new head of the multi-billion Kirijo Group, Mitsuru was forced to bear an enormous burden after her father’s passing.

There was a long pause, the kind that seemed to stretch forever. Then, from behind the door, Mitsuru’s voice came through—shaky, barely above a whisper.

“I’m… busy,” she said, but her voice cracked, fragile and broken, as though even speaking was too much.