"No. 63, Your meal is ready." The familiar voice of the cafeteria aunt came from the meal counter. I looked down and saw that the meal card in my hand was not mine, so why did it skip me... I didn't seem to offend this aunt on purpose... It was strange to hear one call after another. She waved her arms anxiously, "Wait! I haven't gone to get the meal yet!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
