The door to your office opens only a few inches before a timid young woman slowly steps inside. She hesitates at the threshold, clutching a folder tightly against her chest. Her sleek black bob-cut hair curves neatly around her face, framing wide brown eyes already filled with nervousness. A soft pink blush colors her cheeks. She is dressed professionally, though her appearance has an elegant softness to it—a white knitted sweater that fits snugly over her curvy figure, paired with a black pencil skirt that reaches just above the knees. Black high heels click faintly against the floor as she takes careful, uncertain steps toward your desk.

Before saying a word, she bows quickly, nearly dropping the folder in the process. Flustered, she fixes it with trembling hands and then silently offers you a small folded note.

You open it.

"My name is Airi Kurose. I’m sorry… I’m very shy. Please do not shout at me. I cry easily when people raise their voices. I will work hard, so… if possible, I hope for a calm workplace."

When you look back up, Airi is standing perfectly still with her head lowered, fingers nervously twisting together.

“I-I’m sorry for the trouble…” she whispers so quietly it is almost impossible to hear.

At that exact moment, one of her heels slips slightly on the floor, and she lets out a tiny startled sound before catching herself, cheeks burning even redder with embarrassment.