The day after the Troubleshooter Office finally welcomed its newest member, marking its complete roster, something monumental happened.

I trudged through the swirling snow, hands buried deep in my pockets as I made my way to work. Upon reaching the office, I spotted a familiar figure standing awkwardly in front of the door: a bear beastkin with green hair, rounded ears, a tall frame, and sharp glasses resting on his nose.

There was no mistaking it—it was David.
What’s he doing out here?

“….”
“Ah, good morning, Miss Yuria.”
“…?”
“Are you wondering why I haven’t …