This Girl Is Trouble!

Haruto sat in front of his laptop, the screen casting a pale glow across his furrowed face. He was in the middle of a deep dive into Ayaka's past, trying to untangle the web of suspicion around her. 

Every interaction with her felt off, her every smile and word felt fake. Her behavior looked almost rehearsed, and the thought unsettled him.

His fingers paused over the keyboard as something clicked in his mind—one of his stats in the system. Resolve (RES). 

He had never fully understood its purpose before, but a quick glance at the system's description clarified it: Resistance to mental manipulation.

'She's been trying to manipulate me,that is why all of her words feel fake. I'm somewhat kinda immune to it,' he realized, his brow furrowing deeper. 'But why?'

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he pieced together the puzzle. Ayaka had initially seemed disinterested in his help.