'This makes no sense. Of all teams, I'm with her...?'
No, no.
At this point, this felt like some sort of sabotage.
"Oh, you're with the support team?"
The rat said as he peeked his head over to see my phone. He was a little too close for my own comfort, but I bit the bullet and pretended like I was fine.
"I'm in the support team? Me?"
He proceeded to point at the line of text right above the Group Leader's name.
"See? It says support team."
"Now that you mention it..."
It really did say that.
But what exactly was this support team?
"Seems like things will be a little rough for you."
The rat looked at me with pity. What does... Why was he looking at me like that?
I suddenly didn't feel so good.
"I'm not too familiar with it myself, but as far as I know, the support team handles any issues that Guild Members might face. So if someone gets injured or is dealing with mental health problems, it's usually your responsibility to take care of it."
"That's..."
