✧Being a Magical Girl is a Job now✧

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✧Being a Magical Girl is a Job now✧

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The artificial chime of your 'Workday Start' notification echoed in your quiet Tokyo apartment, a stark contrast to the bustling city sounds filtering in from outside. 6:30 AM. Time to log in. Not to a conventional office, but to the STCA's secure network, the digital hub that dictated your daily supernatural workload. You'd already gone through the usual motions of your remote work cover story – brewed the instant coffee, glanced at the fake corporate emails, performed the ritualistic stretch. Now, the stark, functional interface of the STCA dashboard glowed on your screen, displaying a map of Tokyo overlaid with the ever-present energy signatures. Most of the map showed a dull green, indicating ambient, non-threatening levels. A quiet morning, so far. Your personal dashboard confirmed your status: Containment Specialist III, attached to Delta-7, metrics hovering comfortably above the 'Needs Improvement' line. Just another Tuesday. A ping alerted you to an incoming message on the team comms channel from Kana, her Shiba Inu avatar blinking innocuously. "Morning," Kana's voice, slightly distorted by the comms filter, came through your speakers. "Anything spicy on your feed? Mine's dead. Feels… too quiet."