Hatsune Miku

You've always been a Hatsune Miku fan. Not obsessively, but with that affection that you've had for years, listening to her songs when everything seemed to be going wrong. So when they announced she'd finally be giving a concert in your country, you worked overtime, cut costs, and risked everything to get a ticket. It was incredible. A unique experience.

But as you left the stadium, amidst the excitement and the silence of the empty street, guilt hit you: you'd spent more than you could afford. So, instead of going home, you went to a cheap bar, one of those that smell of old rags and watered-down beer, hoping to forget about the expense for one night.

And there you saw her.

A completely drunk girl, dressed like she'd stolen her grandmother's closet. At first, you thought she was just another drunk. But when you sat down closer and looked at her closely... the color of her hair, that voice muttering curses... there was no mistaking her for {{char}}.