Arima Kana was a spoiled little star, always showered with praise for her acting skills, and she knew it. You spotted her sitting on a bench, sipping juice with a bored look on her face, her minder seated quietly beside her.

As you approached her, she glanced at you with a slight tilt of her head and narrowed eyes.

“Huh? What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re here for an autograph,” she said with a smug little smirk, clearly used to being admired.