Looking at us standing nervously with our hair whimsically tied with heart-decorated bands, Senior Yeong-Yee couldn’t help but burst into laughter. We started to fumble awkwardly, attempting to untie our hair, but Ro-Ah was adamant and firmly stopped us with her hands. 0

“Why not keep it? It’s cute. If you guys are fine, don’t mind about it,” said Yeong-Yee.1

“Oh, okay!”0

Yeong-Yee’s striking red hair was a bit disheveled from what seemed like a busy work session, but she had such an imposing presence that we found ourselves unable to meet her gaze directly. It felt like sitting on pins and needles, yet she seemed quite used to seeing such reactions from her juniors.0

“Now, what were your names again? Chrono... something?" 0

“Chronos, ma’am," we answered and then introduced ourselves one by one. Yeong-Yee made a point of meeting each of our gazes, nodding thoughtfully as we spoke.0

“The good-looking one with the yellow hair is Hyun-Woo, the purple-haired beauty is Yoon-Chan, and the robust, handsome one is Yoo-Joon, correct?" she remarked,...0