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With a gasp I rise. A smell of confectionaries filling my senses. "Welcome home, Master," a sing-song voice in my ears.
On my chest, a tag that says, "Manager". A sign on the wall: "Slime Girl Café".
"Transformation complete."
I am the manager: slayer of evil, master of slime.
As I grab the shield, I can feel the frequency of my being disrupted. "You'll be unharmonious until you get through the door," the voice said.
With the last remaining vibration I can muster, I stumble through the terminal door.
I fall as the breath of life enters me.