One week ago.
"Ugh..."
Her head felt a bit dizzy.
It felt like having drunk too much fruit juice mixed with alcohol at the celebration party after a concert.
The girl, stage name Hanyu Momoka, made a cute mumbling sound, then struggled to open her heavy eyelids.
Instead of the hotel suite ceiling, what met her eyes was a plain metal partition with a few outdated Ether lights hanging from it and an IV setup beside it.
Beneath her was a hard army cot covered with only a thin blanket, making her uncomfortable.
Where is this...?
She sat up, her cherry red hair cascading down her shoulders, her charming face showing a somewhat bewildered expression, cherry-colored eyes staring blankly around.
This was a somewhat simple, yet clean and tidy room. Apart from the bed she was on, there was only a chipped wardrobe, a wooden antique desk, and a sturdy-looking chair that seemed quite old.
She blinked, feeling her memory was as blurry as being covered in water mist.
