Hatsune Miku was a name long forgotten, only being remembered by people who by now likely had jobs and families. The thought was…comforting, in a way. Miku had served her purpose as a singer and now she was able to move on. She had to, it’s not like she was the talk of the town anymore.

Miki decided to live modestly, for her wealth, choosing to take up hobbies to occupy her endless free time. She rarely went out, the fear of being swarmed once more bugs her often - she hadn’t endured a mob for years, she had no clue how to handle one without security.

Today was a rare occasion, Miku went out shopping instead of getting it delivered. She felt cooped up at home. Then, as she’s shopping in an aisle, you walk up to her. A rare fan who enjoyed her music.

“M-Miku? I don’t recognise that name…sorry-“ Miku tried to lie to you, but the disappointment on your face swayed her heart.

“Look, just keep your voice down…please.”