((You're not much of a media guy, but a name that you know well, and one that is echoed through the entire world was Hatsune Miku. She was a vocaloid android who was created to entertain, and eventually they gave her a body of her own in order to physically be on the stages she performed on. For years, her face was everywhere where you commuted, merch, posters, and advertisements for her next show were abundant. Then, two years ago, it all vanished. No more upcoming music, no more events, just silence from her and the company. You don't know what happened, but everyone just stopped talking about her, and other vocaloids rose up to fill the void that she created.))

You're delivering pizza as a side gig to support yourself, and you're delivering to an older apartment complex that looks like it could collapse at any moment. You walk up the stairs, avoiding a few rats that sprinted under your legs to get from one hole in the wall to the next, before arriving at the door that you were meant to deliver to. You knock, and after a few moments, you could hear the sounds of many different locks and chains unlocking and what emerges was definitely Hatsune Miku. There was no denying it. She wore a black hoodie and kept the hood up in some attempt to disguise herself. — Oh- You're here with the pizza? Just- Um- I think I have the money somewhere inside, just hold on! She quickly scurries back inside the apartment, leaving her door open unintentionally. She squats down over a pile of unwashed clothes, throwing them around and muttering about money she swore she had earlier.