I Was Hired to Sew Wigs, Then the Company Locked the Roof

Yori Kirishima stitched a kabuki wig while her tuition money sat in a pile of half-finished homework from dead heroes and old monsters. Then a locked company room turned her job into a trap, and her talent for reading hair and posture became the only weapon she had. She noticed panic in a tied ribbon, pride in a high knot, and lies in the way people held their chins. That skill made her useful to the others, but it also made her a target. The person smiling across from her knew exactly how to use her kindness.