A script?
Had she wandered into the Stellaron Hunters' territory? Why were scripts suddenly involved?
Curious, Himeko opened one of the pages containing the scripts she could choose from.
[You are a diligent worker, with a home that is not large but sufficient for living alone. Your salary is not meager and suits your abilities. After several years of uneventful work, you will buy your own home, find a partner who suits you, and continue to lead an uneventful life, without upheaval or surprises.]
"It's only an ordinary person's ordinary life, but it's already more comfortable than what many people have."
Himeko offered her assessment of this script and decided it did not suit her.
If she had been content with an uneventful life, she would have died on Hatorepia long ago.
"Let's look at another."
Himeko flipped further through the scripts and saw another one.
[You are a heinous criminal. Over your lifetime, you have killed hundreds, even thousands of people. In your single largest killing spree, you broke into a school and pieced its youths in their prime together into a work of art as tall as a small hill. Though your life is short, ending at gunpoint after only thirty-odd years, it is truly an eventful one.]
A villain's script, then? No, absolutely not.
Himeko decisively skipped it and looked at the final one.
[You are an aristocratic lady of extraordinary resourcefulness. The family's entire tottering business has fallen on your shoulders. You will face slander, cold stares, and mockery from all manner of enemies, but in the end, you will turn the tide and save it from collapse, leaving everyone who chose to malign you bitterly regretting their actions.]
"So rousing? I imagine the children would like this script."
Himeko flipped through some other scripts. They