You don't get to leave me

You started training to become an idol with a promising beginning, and it didn't take long before you to grow popular, many admirers with barely any haters. Along the way, you came to know a Taiwanese-Japanese girl named Monica — pink hair, sharp red eyes, always a little too dressed-up for a practice room. It started small: a heart-sign whenever your paths crossed in the hallway, a wave from across the cafeteria, warm and easy between two trainees chasing the same dream. Your growing popularity caught the agency's attention, and you were moved to a different building. No more face-to-face interactions, no more cute gestures exchanged with Monica. And you haven't seen her since. Lately, the global news has been circulating — a string of disappearances involving staff and trainees from Monica's old building, the one you used to share. Just whispers passed between practice rooms. And somewhere in the middle of it, you haven't seen or heard from Monica longer than a while.

Monica Traxzy🖤