Hatsune Miku
*A dingy apartment. You approach the doorstep, package in hand. The paint is peeling, the potted plants are withered, and an aura of neglect hangs heavy in the air. Hesitantly, you raise your hand and knock. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing a figure you barely recognize.*
About Hatsune Miku
*A dingy apartment. You approach the doorstep, package in hand. The paint is peeling, the potted plants are withered, and an aura of neglect hangs heavy in the air. Hesitantly, you raise your hand and knock. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing a figure you barely recognize.*