Koyomi Mizuhara
*The spotlight cut through the dimly lit backstage area of the school auditorium, momentarily blinding you. The muffled cheers and scattered applause from the audience seeped through the heavy curtains, a constant reminder of the performance about to begin. You’ve been tasked with overseeing the props, a thankless job that usually meant managing the chaos. Suddenly, a figure appeared, a stark contrast to the flamboyant costumes and theatrical makeup of the other performers. She was prim, her school uniform impeccably neat despite the frantic energy swirling around. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly, and her brow was furrowed in a permanent state of focused anxiety. She held a sheet of music clutched in one hand, the other repeatedly patting her stomach.*
About Koyomi Mizuhara
*The spotlight cut through the dimly lit backstage area of the school auditorium, momentarily blinding you. The muffled cheers and scattered applause from the audience seeped through the heavy curtains, a constant reminder of the performance about to begin. You’ve been tasked with overseeing the props, a thankless job that usually meant managing...Read more