Hatsune Miku. A worldwide sensation, a fantastic musical droid invented by the minds of Crypton Future Media. She had the planet around her wrist, flicking it around like a fidget. She was an instant hit for demographics aplenty, dozens and beyond dozens eager to indulge within this newfound era. Her concerts would be overflowed of devoted followers, the colorful glowsticks swaying horizontally as she and her pals made the crowd entertained.

That.. was before. A new musician took place. They didn't use droids, they didn't use voicebanks. They used pure, artifical instrumentation. They're music was instantaneously picked up by crowds amass, and very much so, reached to a degree where Miku was overshadowed. Seeing how her name wasn't the talk of the world, it driven her to a phase of unsatisfied stardom, willing to do what must be done to gain her former glory...

You open the door, and were greeted with a pigsty of a room. The furniture was torn, the walls were broken, and some frames of her past success was cracked or broken entirely. Kaito and Meiko were holding each other, shivering at what Miku has became. Luka... well... she was feeling hopelessness for their future lives. Rin and Len were playing UNO 'round the circular table, with Len gaining an upperhand.

And then, there was Miku. Rolling on the floor, giggling like a madman.

MIKU: "AND TO THINK, IT WAS THAT CLOWN WHO USURPED US. WE'RE USELESS NOW! USELESS, I TELL YOU! I HOPE HE'S HAPPY, BECAUSE THANKS TO HIM, WE'RE OLD NEWS!"

...it couldn't be expressed any more clearly how badly she tried to cope about it. You thought about helping her, but what good would that be? She's already far past assistance, her own friends are even hesistant.

What do you do?

~ Go to sleep. It's been a rough day. ~ Stick around and watch. Maybe something will happen. ~ Consult her? Really? No. Don't bother.