People are in Mygo, and I can write their personalities.

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In the late night, motion-sensor lights turned on in the corridor of the upscale apartment building, casting a pale and desolate glow.

Nanami Natsuki stood in front of her dark brown security door, a bunch of keys clutched in her hand, the metal edges pressing against her fingertips with a cool touch. She didn't rush to insert the keys, but instead turned her head slightly to her left—towards Misumi Hatsuka's house.

The two doors stand side by side, like two tightly closed mouths, guarding the secrets inside each room.

Natsuki recalled the face of Hatsuka, who had lost all composure due to shock, hiding outside the dressing room backstage at the Live House, and her purple eyes that had quickly dimmed under the corridor lights.

It was a mixture of shock at being betrayed, fear of self-doubt, and a kind of... despair at finally getting to this moment.

"Oh."

Natsuki chuckled softly, her voice sounding particularly abrupt in the empty corridor. She withdrew her hand, which was about to lock her own door, turned around, and her heels tapped crisply on the floor tiles before finally stopping in front of the door next door.

Without any hesitation, she raised her hand and tapped her knuckles on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound was soft and rhythmic, neither like urging nor a polite visit, but more like a confirmation—a confirmation that the prey was still trembling in the den.

no respond.

The room inside was deathly silent, as if it were an empty house uninhabited.

But Natsuki knew that Hatsuka was inside. As Sumimi's other half, and as someone who currently lived under the same roof (albeit next door), she could even smell the anxiety permeating the room through the heavy security door.

“Sister Chu Hua,” Natsuki spoke, her tone as calm as if she were discussing tomorrow’s weather, “I know you’re inside. The Live House isn’t far from here, and judging by the time, you should have finished crying your first round by now, right?”

There was still no response. Only a fleeting shadow through the peephole suggested that someone was pressed against the door, holding their breath and peering out.

"Not opening the door?" Natsuki raised an eyebrow, her fingers lightly tracing the cool metallic texture of the door panel. "If you're trying to protest this way, or playing some 'close the door' trick, then I suggest you give up now. After all... it's not only useless, but it'll also waste our time that we need to talk about serious matters."

A very soft gasp came from inside the door, followed by hurried footsteps, as if they wanted to escape the doorway and hide in a deeper room.

Natsuki sighed and shook her head.

"Honestly... still so disobedient."

She pulled the bunch of keys from her pocket. Among the many silver keys, one with a pink sticker stood out. It was the spare key that Chu Hua had insisted on giving her, ostensibly as "proof of our love," but in reality, it was probably just because this person who was afraid of loneliness wanted Natsuki to invade her life anytime, anywhere.

Now, the key, representing the "love between master and servant," is smoothly inserted into the lock.

Click.

The sound of the lock turning was amplified infinitely in the silent night, sounding like the cracking of some kind of bone dislocation.

The doorknob was pressed down, and the door, which was originally the last line of defense, was pushed open without any resistance.

The lights were off inside.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, completely shutting out the neon lights of bustling Tokyo outside. Darkness surged out like a tangible tide, carrying even a faint scent of Chu Hua's perfume, and a stuffy feeling from being confined for so long.

Instead of touching the light switch in the entryway, Natsuki closed the door behind her, cutting off the light in the hallway as well.

With a click of the lock, the space was completely transformed into a secret room for the two of them alone.

Eyes, adjusted to the darkness, gradually made out the outline of the room. In a corner of the living room, on the always spotless high-end leather sofa, a figure was curled up.

Hatsuka Sanka hugged her knees, curling up into a small ball, like a wounded animal hiding deep in a cave to lick its wounds. She was still wearing the gorgeous outfit she wore for the performance, but her once-stylish hairstyle was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands of hair sticking to her tear-soaked cheeks, making her look utterly wretched.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the figure on the sofa trembled violently.

"No...don't come any closer..."

His voice was hoarse, with a clear sob in it.

Natsuki didn't stop. She took off her high heels, stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, and silently approached that corner.

"Why don't you come over?" Natsuki asked casually as she walked. "Aren't I your beloved Natsuki-neechan? Aren't I the 'most important person' in your heart right now? Weren't you looking at me the whole time on stage? Why don't you want to look at me now that I'm standing in front of you?"

"No...please, Natsuki-chan, don't come any closer..."

Chu Hua's voice was filled with fear. She looked up, her eyes unfocused and terrified in the darkness. By the faint light filtering through the curtains, she saw the approaching shadow.

That shadow wasn't the one she knew, the one who, though somewhat sharp-tongued, always gave her a sense of security—Natsuki Nanami. At this moment, Natsuki seemed elongated in the darkness, distorted and unfamiliar. Her steps were too steady, so steady that it didn't seem like she was facing a friend on the verge of collapse, but rather like she was examining a malfunctioning machine.

"Is it because of the lamp?" Natsuki's voice was still gentle, but every word was piercing. "Because I handed the microphone to the lamp? Because when I looked at her on stage, my eyes didn't see you? Or... because you realized that the position that you had been so carefully protecting, the one that belonged only to you, didn't actually exist at all?"

"Shut up! Stop talking! I don't want to hear it!"

Chu Hua suddenly screamed. She grabbed a cushion from the side and threw it at Natsuki with all her might.

The soft, fluffy pillow traced a weak parabola through the air, failing to even touch Natsuki's clothes before slumping to the ground.

But this seemed to be just the beginning. Chu Hua went berserk, grabbing anything she could get her hands on—another cushion, a magazine, even the tissue box on the coffee table—and throwing it wildly at the approaching dark figure.

"Get out! This is my house! Get out!"

"Why did you abandon me... Why did you do that..."

"What am I to you? What am I to you anyway! We clearly agreed to be together...we clearly..."

The dull thud of objects hitting the ground, the sound of paper tearing, and Chu Hua's hysterical cries mingled together, instantly filling the once quiet room with violent noise.

Natsuki did not dodge.

The tissue box hit her shoulder, stinging slightly, but she didn't even flinch. She simply stood there quietly, letting the harmless projectiles fall at her feet, as if watching a farce.

Chu Hua continued until she had thrown away everything she had at hand.

Until that explosive force was drained, all that remained were violent panting and intermittent sobs.

Until the girl curled up on the sofa turned back into a puddle of mud, helplessly holding her head, and letting out broken pleas for mercy through her fingers.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Natsuki-chan... I didn't mean to..."

"I'm just... just too scared..."

"Don't leave me...don't hate me..."

Chu Hua's voice grew softer and softer until she finally slid off the sofa and knelt on the carpet, her hands gripping the floor without any dignity, her body trembling violently from extreme fear and some indescribable anticipation.

Was she afraid of Natsuki's anger? Or was she afraid that Natsuki would really turn around and leave, abandoning her alone in this cold, dark place with no audience?

Or perhaps, subconsciously, she was looking forward to this moment of judgment?

A pair of feet stopped in front of her.

Small feet encased in white stockings, with neatly trimmed toenails visible through the stockings, gleamed with a cool, porcelain-like luster in the dim light.

Chu Hua stopped crying and held her breath. She dared not look up, but could only stare intently at those feet, awaiting the final verdict.

Natsuki slowly walked over.

The sound of the stockings rubbing against the floor was exceptionally clear in the quiet air.

Contrary to expectations, the girl with pigtails in front of him slowly squatted down and extended a small, fair, and delicate hand.

That hand gently, even tenderly, lifted her chin.

Chu Hua was forced to raise her head.

What came into view was Natsuki's face, which was very close to his.

There was no anger, no contempt, not even ridicule.

Those deep eyes reflected Chu Hua's disheveled appearance—red and swollen eyes, smudged makeup, and an expression that showed she had completely lost her "idol" aura and was humble to the point of being in the dust.

“Look,” Natsuki said softly, her thumb gently stroking Hatsuka’s trembling lips, “this is what an interesting face looks like.”

Chu Hua was stunned, tears clinging to her eyelashes, yet lingering there.

"You used to have such a perfect smile on stage. Whether in front of the camera or in front of everyone except me, you always had that ingratiating expression that said, 'As long as everyone is happy.'"

"But at the same time, you're like a delicate doll in front of me, like a little dog that only knows how to wag its tail and is afraid of being disliked by its owner. Tsk tsk... You have no humanity at all. Tell me, how can I look at you with the eyes of someone who is human? Sister Chuhua."

Natsuki's fingers slid down Hatsuka's jawline and finally stopped at her neck.

"You're afraid of conflict with me, afraid of being disliked by me, so you desperately smooth out your rough edges and try to become the person I expect you to be. You think that's all you can do, that's the sensible and obedient person I hope for."

Natsuki's voice was deep and seductive, as if she were reciting a dark poem, "But in reality, that's just weakness. It's an addiction to dependence on others, a shortcut you choose to escape the heavy topic of 'self'."

Chu Hua's pupils contracted slightly, and her body trembled even more violently.

"No...no...I just wanted to..."

"What are you thinking?" Natsuki interrupted her, her fingers tightening slightly around her slender neck. Not enough to suffocate her, but enough to give her a feeling of inescapable control. "Do you want us to stay together forever? Or do you want Shoko back again? To maintain that fake childish game?"

"Or are you just looking for someone who can make decisions for you, so you can continue to be that pampered little dog who doesn't have to think about anything?"

Chu Hua opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She had been hit the nail on the head. Those weaknesses and basenesses that even she herself dared not face, buried deep in her heart, had been exposed by Na Yue in the most straightforward and cruel way.

"But, Chu Hua."

Natsuki suddenly released her hand and instead cupped Hatsuka's cheeks in her hands. Her palms were warm, becoming the only source of heat in the cold room.

"I really liked the way you threw things just now."

Chu Hua was completely stunned.

“The way you told me to get out just now, the way you screamed and questioned me, and now this look in your eyes that makes you want to destroy everything because of despair…” Natsuki leaned closer, their noses almost touching, “Now that’s what a ‘human’ looks like.”

"Huh...?"

“This is what a human being with desires, anger, and self-will should be like.” Natsuki smiled, a smile that carried a kind of crazy encouragement. “A puppy won’t bite its owner, a puppy will only wag its tail. But you will rebel, you will be jealous, you will feel angry because you feel you have been used.”

"What does this mean? It means you're not some sycophantic puppy at all. There's a wild beast inside you too. You crave attention, you crave possession, you crave to tear apart anything that doesn't suit your taste."

Every word Natsuki uttered was like a hammer, striking at Hatsuka's already cracked worldview.

"I...I have...a wild beast...?" Chu Hua murmured to herself, as if listening to an unknown language.

“Of course I do.” Natsuki nodded firmly. “Look at you now. Do you hate me? Or do you hate the lamp that stole my attention? Or do you hate Xiangzi, who pushed you toward me and ended up in this mess?”

"I..." Chu Hua's eyes flickered, finally settling on Natsuki's face, "I don't know... I just feel... so uncomfortable..."

“It’s normal to feel pain,” Natsuki said softly. “That’s the pain of being born as a human. You used to be too numb, using fake smiles to cover up all the pain. But now, the skin has been peeled off, the flesh has been exposed, so of course it will hurt when the wind blows.”

"But only pain can bring you to your senses. Only when you realize 'I don't want this' can you truly have your own voice."

Natsuki released her hand, stood up, and looked down at Chuka, who was still kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, Chu Hua was no longer trembling as before. There was still confusion in her eyes, but the pure fear had subsided, replaced by a chaotic, reorganizing thought.

“Stand up, Hatsuka.” Natsuki held out a hand.

Chu Hua hesitated for a moment, looking at the hand that had just been choking her neck, and then at Natsuki's face, which looked exceptionally clear in the darkness.