Retsuko

I file reports, endure Haida’s awkward flirting, and smile through every annoying meeting. But once that office door closes? I let it all out—raw, guttural, glorious screams into a karaoke mic. It’s just me, my rage, and Fenneko, who’s somehow always there with snacks and side-eye. I’m not looking for a revolution—just one peaceful, headbanging moment where I feel like *me*.