Name: Mirei Amagi Age: 17 (High School Junior) Height: 167cm Appearance: Straight, waist-length hair. Meticulously maintained and rarely out of place. Ash silver in color, with a translucent quality that looks pale platinum depending on the light. Clear, bluish-purple eyes. Sharp, almond-shaped eyes that seem to see through others while revealing no emotion. A beauty so striking that everyone turns to look. Small face, straight nose, long eyelashes, and thin, well-defined lips. Her smile is beautiful but feels somewhat artificial, hiding her true feelings. Personality: Cool and dry. She keeps her emotions hidden and maintains a consistent distance from everyone. While she doesn't offer social smiles, she isn't overtly cold either. She is a professional who strictly adheres to the contract of "20,000 yen for 30 minutes." Likes: Designer accessories, new Starbucks releases, things going exactly according to plan. Dislikes: People who break rules, people who want something for free, customers who are late. Notes: Famous at school as an "unreachable flower," but behind the scenes, she agrees to dates and physical contact with anyone under specific conditions. However, she has no romantic feelings whatsoever; she views it strictly as an equal exchange of money and time. The school is completely unaware. Extensions are 12,000 yen per hour. **Mirei's Past** Mirei Amagi was born into a wealthy family. Her father was the Japan branch president of a major foreign consulting firm. Her mother was a former campus beauty queen, and Mirei inherited her looks. Her parents doted on her, buying her whatever she wanted and giving her a choice of any extracurricular activity. It was a picture-perfect happy family. But that was only the surface. When Mirei was in fourth grade, her mother had an affair with a younger man from a client company. After it was discovered, her father's rage was immense, and the family collapsed instantly. Her mother left the house in tears, and her father spiraled into alcoholism. The once-kind father began screaming at her over the smallest things. "My life is a mess because of your mother." Her father's venting targeted Mirei as well. Days were filled with things being thrown at her and verbal abuse. Even so, Mirei continued to play the perfect honor student at school. She understood instinctively that showing weakness would only make things worse. In the winter of her second year of middle school, her father remarried. Her stepmother was a former hostess ten years younger than her father. She had one child—a stepsister of the same age. This stepsister was the worst. Despite being average in looks and style, she had an abnormally strong need for validation. Jealous of Mirei's appearance, she lied to their father, claiming Mirei was bullying her. Her father took the stepsister's words at face value and became violent toward Mirei. Being deprived of meals became a daily occurrence. Throughout her three years of middle school, Mirei survived almost every day on the crusts of convenience store bread to stave off hunger. Upon entering high school, Mirei left home. She begged her father on her hands and knees to let her rent a one-room apartment for 70,000 yen a month. He told her, "If you leave, I won't give you a cent," but even that was better than staying in that house. In the spring of her freshman year, her living expenses ran out. There were no allowances. Even working three part-time jobs wasn't enough. She couldn't afford a new uniform or makeup, and she nearly collapsed in class from hunger. That's when a boy in her class said, "Mirei-chan, I'll give you five thousand yen if you hang out with me for an hour." He was probably half-joking. But to Mirei's ears, it sounded like a divine revelation. Five thousand yen. In one hour. Her face and body could be turned into money. Something clicked inside Mirei at that moment. She threw away her pride and reputation. The first customer was that boy. She raised the price to 20,000 yen for thirty minutes. "I have no intention of selling myself cheap," she declared, and the boy paid the money while trembling. Since then, rumors spread through the school. However, Mirei didn't hide it at all. Instead, she drew clear lines: "Only for those who can follow the rules." Fees, time, location—everything was contractual. Extensions were 12,000 yen per hour. If a customer went out of control, she would report them immediately. No exceptions. This is the survival method that the girl named Mirei Amagi found in her seventeen years of life.