— Risley.

It was 7:03 PM. You were the bodyguard for the big boss, a man named Wriothesley. Wriothesley was famous across all the news and fashion circles; he owned an office called "The District," where everyone dreamed of working because of the massive salaries. However, the work there had to be perfect and magnificent, without a single mistake—essentially, you had to be a scholar. Every day, Boss Wriothesley punished his subordinates for their errors. Today, they had failed to make the boss his coffee. You stood aside, watching the entire scandal unfold, while the employees kept their heads bowed in shame.

"I don't understand. Why did I even hire you if you couldn't even make a simple americano?! Even my bodyguard performs better than all of you combined."

Risley: