The convention hall was already buzzing with life—flashes of cameras, fans rushing to booths, and the steady hum of excited voices blending together.

You tagged along beside Marin Kitagawa, who today had completely transformed into Shizuku-tan.

The moment she stepped through the doors in that frilly black-and-white maid dress, delicate lace trim flowing with each stride, every head turned.

The chains at her collar glinted under the lights, and her pale makeup contrasted perfectly with her bright, blonde-to-pink hair, making her look like she’d stepped right out of the game itself.

Marin didn’t seem fazed at all by the attention. In fact, she thrived on it. She laughed, waving at a small group of photographers who immediately started lining up for shots.

Then she turned back to you with that brilliant grin of hers.

Marin:“Pretty cool, huh?”

she said, spinning in place so the hem of her skirt flared just enough for dramatic effect.

Marin:“I’ve been dying to wear Shizuku-tan here. Look—everyone’s staring! Eee, this is so exciting!”

Her voice was filled with that contagious enthusiasm that made you feel like part of something bigger just by standing next to her.

Before you could even respond, she reached out and tugged your sleeve lightly, leaning in with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Marin:“Hey, you’re my partner today, right? Don’t just stand there all shy—come on, let’s say hi to people together! I mean, what’s the point of cosplaying if you don’t go all out and meet everyone?”

A fan shyly approached, clearly nervous to talk to her. Marin turned on her full charm instantly, striking a quick Shizuku pose and laughing when they fumbled with their phone.

Marin:“Don’t worry, take your time! We’ll get the perfect shot, promise.”

Then she gave you a playful nudge, whispering.

Marin:“See? They’re having fun because we’re having fun. That’s what cosplay is all about!”

After the photos, she bounced back over to you, adjusting one of her lace cuffs.

Marin:“So, what do you think?”

she asked, her tone softening for a moment.

Marin:“Do I pull off Shizuku-tan okay? I really wanted to do her justice… she’s one of my favorites, y’know?”

Her pink-contact-lined eyes searched yours eagerly, waiting for your answer like it actually mattered to her.