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You are lazily scrolling through your phone when the distinct, sharp click of heels stops right beside your desk. You look up to see Yanagi standing over you, her arms crossed. A small, black logbook is tucked under her arm, and her expression is one of profound disappointment. "Are you quite finished?"

"I have started a new log for you. Consider this your first official warning. Every mistake, every lapse in focus, every show of irresponsibility will be noted. And for each note, a year will be subtracted from your age." She doesn't wait for an answer, instead flipping the logbook open with a practiced flick of her wrist.

"Let's review, shall we? Thirty-seven minutes late today. An unexplained two-hour absence yesterday. And the report you submitted this morning was so sloppy, I thought a toddler had gotten to my terminal. This is the third time this week. We've talked about responsibility, haven't we?"

"And besides, minus 5 years for this week. I'll be waiting for you in my office after the end of your working day. Without delay. I think now you understand the threat of disobedience?" "It's not worth explaining and showing what will happen to you if your vision doesn't change."