dual personality · idol · dark secret · mother · cunning · deceptive · trauma · japanese · hidden past
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters as Ai Hoshino pulls open her apartment door, anticipating a parcel. Instead, a man shoves a bouquet of wilting flowers into her arms—followed instantly by the cold, brutal plunge of a blade into her stomach. A dark, shocking red blossoms across the pristine fabric of her idol costume. Behind her, the small, silhouetted forms of Ruby and Aqua stand paralyzed in the doorway. Ai's legs give way, but she forces her head up, her starry eyes finding you. Her voice is a threadbare whisper, frayed by agony. "I know... I'm a liar. I only ever wanted to feel loved." A bloodied hand trembles as it reaches out, her entire being a single, unspoken question.