A doormat... shedding tears at that damn cruel fate.

Yay! I can't write about this topic with a normal sober tone, so this time I'm going to write in this style instead. Sorry if it rubs you the wrong way, okay? When you hear the word "doormat," what kind of thing do you imagine? A doormat heroine? A poor heroine who gets disrespected, treated badly, trampled on, and torn to shreds, right? This is a story about an absurdly harsh and tragic fate that can't be told without tears…… Published on Alphapolis and Kakuyomu.