How Could This Be?

Youmi was lying on the folding nap bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep at noon. She looked at the chat records and her hands were shaking with anger. How could this be like this? How could it be like this... [How can surviving between a green tea customer and a dynamite barrel boss not be considered a horror novel? Intention: Yumi, you still have to learn social studies...