>Citizen of /v/ma
>On my way to collect my daily carat rations, eating the burger like danchou mandated
>Suddenly, every monitor in the city flickers
>HER face fills the screen
>"Fan Count Inspection Incoming." heart rate spikes
>Hands trembling as I open my report
>I only averaged 499,998 instead of 500,000 fans today
>A chill runs down my spine, I feel a presence behind me
>A voice as sweet as cyanide whispers
>"TP CHECK"
>Look at my TP bar, it's 31.
>Before I can speak, i feel danchou's blade slash my flesh, My trainer license is cut in half.
>Chrono-chan appears, expression merciful yet empty
>She drags me by the collar toward the club headquarters door marked "Room 101"
>Enter Room 101, never to be seen again.
