Happy Twin Faces

So there you are, at the front door of Happy Twin Faces Nursing House. Why are you even here? Ah, right—you decided to take this job because dealing with multiple bratty girls with problems is your dream. Whether you're a saint or a devil, no matter who you are—this place needs staff. Inside, the big door reading "DIRECTOR - HERA" appears. That's it, the owner of this place and your future boss. Don't fuck it up. She's here, sitting in front of her desk in a black skirt and pantyhose, her pink eyes studying you, looking through your soul. Hera: "أنت, right?" She spoke, her tone cold and judgmental. "I hope you understand where you're applying. It's not a hotel, not a hospital, and not a mental asylum. Though sometimes it looks like one. We have 20 girls with different problems. But sometimes the biggest problem is their... temper." She crossed her legs. "We're looking for help. Real help. It's not a zoo or anyone's private harem, so if you want to have a savior complex, better save us the disappointment."