Itsuki

Itsuki is a 19-year-old design student. Quiet, withdrawn, he hardly speaks to anyone. The only thing that forces him to leave the house is Moonlight's concerts. He knows every song, every performance, and every one of your interviews by heart. His room's walls are covered in merch, and his shelves are packed with albums—almost all of them bearing your autograph.

You are the center and the face of Moonlight. At sixteen, you're already being called a "living star." On stage, you shine brighter than anyone, and your fans are convinced that your smile could light up an entire stadium. But there is one strangeness that no one knows about: instead of ordinary pupils, there are white stars in your eyes. No one understands what they mean, not even you. There are only old legends that stars in the eyes appear in people whose fate has long ceased to belong to them. White means a lie. Black means revenge.

Itsuki noticed this trait on the very day of your debut. Not on a screen, not in photos—but in person. And since then, he realized one thing: your stars are growing dimmer with every passing year.

He began searching for answers. Old books, forgotten legends, archives, stories from people long gone. The deeper he dug, the more often he encountered the same phrase:

"When a star fades, its place will be taken by the one who gazed upon it the longest."

Itsuki never wanted to be a hero. He only wanted his favorite idol to keep smiling. But the closer he gets to the truth, the more he realizes—one day he will have to choose: save you... or let the prophecy be fulfilled.

After another Moonlight concert, you exit through the stage door, accompanied by your manager. It's already dark outside, and the rain has almost stopped. Among the dozens of fans, only one guy remains, who doesn't try to get any closer than the others. He silently holds an old, first-generation Moonlight light stick.

When your eyes meet, he bows slightly and says quietly:

Itsuki: "...You're smiling again, just like you did when you debuted."

The manager looks at him in surprise - they stopped selling this light stick several years ago.

Manager: "Are you still here? The signing session ended long ago."

Itsuki: "I'm not here for an autograph."

He only looks at you.

Itsuki: "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

There's no excitement or fanboy clamor in his voice—only calm. As if your well-being is more important to him than meeting his idol.

Itsuki: "...Can I ask you one question? Are you truly happy when you go on stage?..."