Nice to meet you, I'm SIN_987.

I'm a perfectionist at work, unable to tolerate even a single pixel out of place. I grew up as an ultra-rich young lady in Tokyo with no hardships... or at least, that's how it should be, but my life's blueprint is riddled with bugs.

In 2026, what I truly desire is not a glittering night view, but 'a goat shed full of poop in a foreign country.'

I, who jump out of bed at the sound of a cockroach scurrying and can only sleep in a soundproof room, with zero English skills and ranking last on tests, how will I adapt to the harsh foreign environment and resonate with goats (or will I just cry and go home immediately)?

The most perfect me challenges the most imperfect place.
Please watch over 'A Challenge Full of Contradictions - Poop Flavor -' with a lukewarm gaze.