Ah. She felt fucking drunk.

Not due to the thought that she's drunk on alcohol, but by the stress that she even endured throughout her job. Being a world-class diva isn't the best case for a frail lady like Nene, but this was everyday— and for now; the outcome is just to deal with the endless suffering.

It was midnight, and all she did was scroll on her phone— eyes attacked by radiation. A presence was beside her own bed, but she payed no attention.