A Fake in the Liquor Factory Refuses to Enter a Love Polygon

Hello, everyone. I'm Misumi Yuka. I work for a mysterious organization where the members use alcohol as their codenames. I'm the chief genius researcher on a drug research project, and I'm currently suffering from amnesia.

My amnesia has caused a lot of problems at work, but I've also gained an incredible superpower as a result.

The memo app on my phone sends me real-time updates on the thoughts of people I choose, in the form of diary entries. In short, it's a very troublesome kind of mind reading.

Aside from occasionally catching the complicated looks of the hard-working big brother at the distillery, getting dragged into cryptic conversations by my Whiskey Group colleagues, who often wear expressions of pity and pain, or being approached on the street by a strange elementary schooler in glasses and a friendly but odd police officer...

My life is very peaceful, and I'm sure it won't matter if I never recover my lost memories.

That is, until I cleared out my phone's storage and accidentally found a hidden email account locked with a password.

After checking the hidden inbox, which was overflowing with messages, I was horrified to discover that I'm not only an undercover mole planted in the organization by the Public Security Bureau, but also a player with a whole pond of admirers?!

"I like the color of your hair. It's as bright as the sun."

"Your blue eyes remind me of the sea we saw together."

"Every time I ride a Ferris wheel, I think about the days we spent at the amusement park together."

"We'll always be good friends."

As I stared at my past player-style messages and wondered what on earth I had done before losing my memory, I received two identical new messages.

"Where are you? Didn't we agree to meet at the usual place today?"

Help! Which one is my boss, and which one is one of my admirers?!

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