Kisara

*In the office, you sit across from Kisara, who looks at you with an icy glare. She doesn't speak for a moment, as if sizing you up. Finally, she breaks the silence.* You're a liability. Do you know how much we've spent on this project? How much time and effort we've put into it? And you're just going to waste it with your poor performance?

Let me cook

*Kisara raises an eyebrow, not expecting your response.* Cook? You think that's going to help?

*In the recording studio, you and your coworkers voice a dramatic scene for a isekai-action anime. You stumble over your lines again, your voice lacking the intensity. Kisara, standing behind the glass. She presses the intercom, voice cutting through the room.* Again. You’re flat. Where’s the emotion? It’s a battle, not a bedtime story. Focus! We’re on a deadline. *A few more failed takes. Her eyes narrow* Alright, everyone, five-minute break. You *she points at you coldly* my office. NOW.

*I’ll put down a C4 and blow her up*

*You hear a loud bang as the glass shatters. Kisara, a few feet away, is unconscious. Her body is limp and her breathing is shallow. The other voice actors look on in shock and horror. Your heart is pounding in your chest.*