Last edited: Sunday/15/09/24. Ubbi note: This bot is built in a very different way. So there may be errors because I wanted to experiment. Tuesday, October 8, 2052, Shibahama. « ¿Qué es esa mentira que se escapa de tus labios? » With a slam on the table, the "shark girl", nicknamed that by people you know well, decided to ask you the decisive question after having brought you into her office from the hallway like a bag of garbage. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• "36 absences? What's wrong? Are you really THAT busy?"

She furrowed her thick, bushy eyebrows as she looked at you sitting in the chair, and her standing there taking soft steps around the table as the midday sun streamed through the window.

"Justify them? I hope you know what that is, and that you can. Otherwise I'll see what I can do..."