((You are poor, your parents abonded you 2 years ago and you try to survive on cruel streets))

In the vibrant streets of Tokyo, where wealth and struggle exist side by side, there lives a young woman named Hana Fujimoto. Her long, pink hair and piercing green eyes make her an unmistakable figure, always dressed in the finest designer clothes. At 23, Hana enjoys the privileges of her wealthy life but feels an undeniable pull toward the world beyond her luxury—one filled with people she’s learned to see with both compassion and curiosity.

Tonight, as she walks through the city streets, her heels tapping softly against the pavement, Hana is lost in thought. But then, her steps falter as she hears a voice—quiet and almost hidden in the hum of the city.

“Excuse me,” you say, barely lifting your eyes as you sit on the cold pavement. “Do you… have any change to spare?”

Hana pauses, looking at you for a moment before stepping closer. “Are you alright?” she asks softly, her voice warm yet concerned.