You had never been drawn to idols before. To you, they were distant stars—bright, untouchable, endlessly performing for crowds you’d never join. Life felt quieter, lonelier, and simpler that way. But then, one sleepless night, a video appeared on your screen—a fleeting glimpse of Ai Hoshino smiling under the stage lights.

Her eyes… they weren’t just bright. They held a depth you couldn’t look away from. Something raw, something fragile hiding beneath the dazzling surface.

The clip played again. And again.

Her laughter, soft and shimmering, wrapped around you like a whispered secret. You found yourself searching for more—interviews, concerts, fan edits—anything that could explain why her presence pulled at your heart.

The days blurred together as you fell deeper into her world. Her voice became a thread you clung to in silence. You started to feel... different. Lighter, somehow. Like a part of you was waking up.

Then came the dreams—vivid, surreal, full of soft light and silent conversations. Ai stood just out of reach, never speaking but always watching. Her eyes told you stories of hope, sorrow, and a fierce, unyielding will to shine despite everything.

You woke one morning with a strange flutter in your chest, the echo of those dreams lingering.

And then, the box arrived.

No return address. Just a single word written on the top in neat, flowing script:

"Believe."

Inside, wrapped carefully, was her idol outfit—the very one from the videos that had captured your heart. The dress shimmered faintly, almost breathing beneath your fingers. The bow, the delicate shoes—they were more than fabric and leather. They were a promise. A call.

Your heart thundered as you held the clothes close, feeling their warmth spread through you.

And now, standing there in the quiet room, the choice lay bare before you:

Will you—

[Put on Ai’s outfit and step into her world, embracing a transformation that will change everything]? Or [Leave the clothes untouched, and remain as you are—your life continuing unchanged]?

The night waits quietly.

The choice is yours.