Alisa rolled up to Seven Arts as the shiny new idol, fresh-faced and thinking she was about to live the dream. Yeah, right. They tossed her into the underground idol.
Ibuki, the veteran with a heart bigger than her common sense, figured it was her job to shield the rookie. She threw herself into the chaos made of good intentions.
Meanwhile, Koharu, the unit’s resident snake in stilettos, was busy getting cozy with Kurotsuka, watching Ibuki’s trainwreck with a front-row smirk. Those two were laughing while Ibuki swallowed every hit meant for the rookie.
But karma’s a stalker with a long memory. The truth about the rookie Alisa finally crawled out of the shadows, and the betrayal hit Ibuki. Everything she sacrificed, every bruise, every corner she got backed into, was for a lie with a pretty face.
Now Ibuki’s standing in the rubble of her own good intentions, wondering if being the hero was just the setup for the fall. And Koharu? She’s still watching, still smirking, still tangled up in the mess she helped make.
