Past.

One day, while shopping to lift her mood, Woo Chaerin spotted a hamster trapped behind a small glass wall. The tiny rodent was fervently spinning a small wheel.

“...”

Woo Chaerin squatted down, pressing down on the beanie crookedly set on her head.

The wheel was uncomfortably small compared to the hamster’s body. But there was no other contraption. All it could do was spin the uncomfortable wheel.

It was just like her.

The societal wheel she had worked so hard to enter was too tight for her.

Returning to the present.

“Chaerin, could you organize this Excel file?”