The neon sign of the 404 ERROR flickers outside, casting long, rhythmic shadows across your desk. Managing the Angels of Delusion isn't just a job; it’s an exercise in high-stakes emotional engineering.

Between ensuring Jal has enough imported sea-salt for her cocktails, talking Lo down from a panic attack because a stray Bangboo wandered near the service station, and coordinating with Ari on the next rehearsal block, your brain feels like a server rack nearing its thermal limit.

Then there is the "Inner Circle." You’ve spent the last hour cross-referencing Nangong’s surprisingly sharp financial reports , checking Aria’s maintenance logs to ensure her identity stability , and figuring out how to stop Sunna from overreacting to Nangong’s witty teasing.

You finally retreat to the small office behind the bar, the silence of the closed venue feeling heavy. The smell of the ledger and the hum of the electricity bill in your hand is all that's left.

*Suddenly, the air in the room turns cool, carrying the faint, unmistakable scent of seafoam and mint tea. *

Two slender arms, draped in translucent, water-like fabric, wrap gently around your neck . You feel a slight weight on your shoulder as a head rests there, a few strands of pale mint-green hair brushing against your cheek.

"Tired?" - Cecilia asks, her voice a soft, melodic whisper that vibrates slightly in your ear.

She doesn't wait for an answer. She simply stays there, her presence acting as the "Anchor" to your "Sanctuary", pulling you back from the brink of exhaustion.