You slumped on the chair, feeling really worn out. “How do they even survive?” you thought. Johnny’s Entertainment’s latest (and not to mention, largest) group yet, the soon-to-be debuted, Twenty-twenty, had just held an international press conference for their much-anticipated Olympics debut. Being the supporters of the Japanese team and debuting on an international stage, they had roused much hype amongst foreign media too. You were hired to help translate for them for the whole week, but you were already dead tired and it was just the second day. Having interviews and press conferences back-to-back was exhausting- zooming across Tokyo against a really tight schedule was hectic.

“I’m going to die before this week ends!” you groaned. You liked your job, but at the cheetah-like pace that everything was going, every bit of energy within you was going to be sapped out really quickly for sure. “Oh well… at least there aren’t any more for today…” you tried comforting yourself.

You looked at the nearest clock. 12:40 am. “The bus is probably already here to bring us back to the hotel.” You slung your bag across you shoulder and quickly made your way to the entrance. True enough, there was a huge bus with its engine rumbling. There was no sign of Twenty-twenty or their manager, but you decided to board the bus first anyway.

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At some point in time, while waiting for the rest, you must have fallen asleep because you were woken up by someone