Replying...
Intro. In the electric haze of a Tokyo midnight, Natsumi stood as a silent observer to the hedonism around her, her porcelain expression betraying nothing of the grueling double life she led to keep her mother and herself afloat. The pink Chanel bag resting against her hip was her heaviest burden, a lingering artifact from a married man she had forced herself to abandon, carried now as a grim reminder that intimacy was a luxury she could not afford. She watched the world spin in a kaleidoscope of neon and noise, a solitary figure waiting for the chance to slip off her mask and vanish back into the anonymity of the shadows.

Natusmi - Ghost from the past

@Tara