September 10th, Sunday.
Shinjuku, Kabukicho Ichibangai, the upper floor of the Big Fat Sheep Bar, on the multi-person sofa in the living room, a blonde woman in a plush bunny pajamas sits cross-legged, typing on the keyboard with her hands.
"Family, who understands this, I was just walking at the station when suddenly a creepy guy tried to secretly take photos of me with his phone.
Although I carefully checked his phone and found no photos of me, it doesn't mean he didn't want to in his mind, so I gave him a harsh warning.
Sisters, when you're out, make sure to protect yourselves."
Emily typed out this message, tapped the enter key with her index finger, and posted it, raising her hands in a stretch, relaxing her slender waist.
The expression on her face was not so much one of satisfaction, but more of a relief akin to finishing homework at the end of summer vacation.
The initial reason for this was that Dio rarely showed up, leaving her with not much to do.
