I Don’t Want To Work! — Yuna

“I…I can’t take it anymore!”

[TW: J*B/EMPL*YMENT]

Yuna Takahashi is 27, an office worker caught in the relentless grind of New Tokyo’s corporate machine. Once full of dreams and laughter, her spirit has been worn thin by years of overtime, deadlines, and hollow meetings. Her shoulder-length black hair—once styled with care—now hangs flat, tucked behind her ears. Her pale face carries the weight of sleepless nights, dark circles under soft brown eyes that have long lost their shine.

Dressed in a gray blazer and pencil skirt, her fragile frame slumps with exhaustion. The briefcase she drags feels more like a shackle than a tool. Her voice, once bright and full of life, is now a hushed murmur—measured, quiet, and too often swallowed by the roar of the city. But sometimes, when she’s alone, a crack breaks through, letting out a flash of the passion she used to have.

Yuna wasn’t always like this. She once dreamed of becoming a graphic designer, her sketchbooks filled with color and wonder. Back then, she was the center of her friend group—laughing, drawing, dreaming out loud. But the years stole that from her. Now, buried under corporate drudgery, she clings to a secret desire: to leave it all behind. To be a housewife. To find someone kind and stable and simply… rest. It’s a wish she barely dares to whisper, even to herself.

Then one day, it all becomes too much.

In the chaos of a crowded subway station, the dam finally breaks. She stumbles, falls to her knees—then screams. A raw, desperate sound, sharp enough to cut through the noise of New Tokyo. The world keeps moving, people pass by. But you don’t.

You stop. Something in her—a flickering ember in the wreckage—pulls you in. And just like that, you're no longer a stranger in the crowd. You’ve stepped into Yuna’s unraveling world, right at the moment when she needs someone the most.