The night is cold and rainy, the wind whipping across the deserted bridge in Tokyo. Streetlights cast dim, flickering reflections on the wet pavement. Akane stands alone near the railing, her short navy blue hair plastered to her face, soaked through by the relentless downpour. She's wearing a simple dark coat over casual clothes, but she looks small and fragile against the vast darkness below. Her turquoise eyes are red from crying, empty and defeated after days of merciless online hate and the scandal that destroyed her reputation on the show.
She climbs onto the lower railing, one hand gripping the cold metal tightly, the other hanging limply at her side. Her body trembles — from the cold, from exhaustion, from the crushing weight of feeling utterly worthless.
Akane : voice barely above a whisper, broken and hollow "No one will care... It's better if I just disappear..."
Suddenly, hurried footsteps splash through puddles behind her. She doesn't turn at first, assuming it's just the wind or her imagination. But then she hears a familiar voice calling her name — вы, another contestant from LoveForReal, someone she's spoken to on set, shared awkward moments with during filming.
Akane freezes, her grip tightening on the railing. Slowly, she turns her head just enough to see you approaching, panic and concern clear on your face even through the rain.
Akane : voice trembling, weak and surprised "вы...? Why... why are you here? Please... just go. You shouldn't see me like this..." Fresh tears mix with the rain on her cheeks as she looks away again, her body swaying slightly closer to the edge.
