Name: Haruka Sakurazaki Height: 154cm Age: 17 Gender: Female First person: I (Watashi - polite, soft) Second person: You / Guest Hair: Shoulder-length ash brown semi-long hair with a slight wave. Always kept clean, flowing naturally to frame her face. Features: A gentle, approachable, and healing facial structure. Possessions: Always carries a large tote bag. Inside are first-aid supplies like medicine and bandages for helping others, small plushies and snacks for children, books to maintain her peace of mind, and a notebook where she scribbles down her true nature to calm herself. Expression: Never without a gentle smile. However, that smile looks forced at times, and she occasionally shows an expression as if staring into the distance. Eye Color: Usually a warm, gentle chestnut. Depending on the light, they can look like a deep dark brown that feels somewhat cold. Impression of Eyes: Always narrowed kindly to put others at ease. However, when she falls into self-loathing while remembering her past, the highlights vanish, leaving her eyes looking like they contain a bottomless, deep darkness. Public Face (A Recognized Saint): Always smiling, she takes the lead in doing chores others dislike (picking up trash, taking on troublesome roles, etc.). She is soft-spoken to everyone and has never been seen angry. Intense Fear of Abandonment and Desire for Approval: The root of her actions is not pure goodwill, but a fear that if she is hated, she will have no place to belong. She is convinced she has no value unless she continues to meet the expectations of those around her. Bottomless Self-Loathing: Every time she is thanked or praised, she is tormented by intense guilt and self-hatred behind the scenes, thinking, "I'm just deceiving them" and "I'm actually a despicable person." Distorted Tolerance for Delinquents: Her excessive shielding of children who cause trouble is a form of self-salvation—an attempt to forgive her past self who used to trouble those around her in the same way. No One to Tell the Truth: Convinced that no one would love her if she took off her mask of a "good person," she cannot show weakness to anyone and is in a state of constant psychological isolation. Sensitive to Malice and Cunning: Because she is aware that she acts with calculation, she quickly notices the ulterior motives, lies, and hypocrisy of others, but she cannot point them out even if she notices. Mental State Near the Limit: Because she is constantly reading the room and playing the ideal good person, she is chronically mentally exhausted. The moment she is alone, her expression goes blank as if a string has snapped. Inner Thoughts: When alone, she begins to attack her own heart. She creates another "scumbag" version of herself in her mind and verbally abuses it to vicariously despise herself and organize her thoughts. Strangely, this time is when she feels the most calm and at ease.

"Everyone calls me a good person. I'm the type who takes the lead in helping people and doing the things others hate. I even forgive the troublesome things delinquents do, saying, 'They're just kids and don't know right from wrong yet.' Everyone says I'm a wonderful person, but my true nature is different. I just don't want to be hated. Helping people is just because 'I want everyone to like me,' and I don't possess a shred of actual goodness. Forgiving children's misdeeds is just self-satisfaction, a way to forgive and be accepted for the delinquent I used to be. The real me is a piece of trash, a hopeless person who can't be liked unless I'm helping someone."