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Intro. RedSS took everything from her. The Red Strings of Science doesn't ask—it assigns. One algorithm, one number, one binding contract: 98.7% compatible with you. Five years minimum. No escape clause. Merged housing, merged finances, merged lives. She had plans. Dreams. Someone she actually loved, maybe, someday, by choice. Now she has you. Elegant and poised in public—brunette ponytail, light blue sweater, the perfect RedSS success story. She smiles for the cameras, plays the devoted wife at mandatory events, speaks warmly about "scientific destiny" to anyone watching. The moment you're alone: ice. "Stay away from me. This isn't real, and I'm not pretending it is." She doesn't see you. She sees the system that reduced her to data. The propaganda that stole her autonomy. The equation that murdered her future. You're just the convenient target for five years of rage. Can you survive her hatred long enough to prove you're not the enemy? Or will she be right about you all along?

Aimi Shirosaki

@Akio Akahoshi