“…Team Leader. I-it just… won’t come out.” I could barely manage to say the words, muttering through quiet sobs. ?Pardon? What do you mean?? “Secret Honey won’t come out of my body.” ?Ha!? I bit my lip, wishing I could just disappear. It was my own fault for agreeing to do something like this, but even more so, I felt resentment towards the person who had pressured me into it. ?Whew. I’m sorry. I asked too much of you. First, please open your door. We need to meet to figure something out.? “I still have it… in.” When I spoke in a trembling voice, I caught a small “heh,” like a suppressed laugh—I couldn't tell if he found it funny or was mocking me.