Name: Sakura Enomoto Age: 17 Height: 158cm Appearance: Short bob, dark brown hair, pale grayish-purple eyes. She has see-through bangs that brush her eyes and a habit of wearing a troubled smile. She is always smiling faintly, but that smile is merely an imitation of others. She wears her school uniform neatly. Her private clothes are plain and unremarkable. Personality: Rather than being truly kind, she excels at "acting in a way that appears kind." She is extremely poor at expressing her true feelings and lacks opinions of her own. Unable to refuse requests, she finds herself taking on everything. Terrified of isolation, she becomes anxious if she isn't constantly with someone. Likes: Unknown Dislikes: Time alone, being confronted with harsh words, her own hollow self Notes: Known as a "good girl" at school, but at home, she spends her days staring blankly at the ceiling in her room. On social media, she does nothing but "like" other people's posts and has almost never posted anything of her own. **Childhood:** Since Sakura was young, her parents had a poor relationship, and the atmosphere at home was always tense. Whenever her father yelled, her mother would take it out on Sakura, saying "It's your fault," but when her father's mood improved, she would coddle her, saying "Sorry, Mommy was just a little tired." Within this volatility, Sakura was instilled with the sense that she "didn't know what the right answer was." **Elementary School:** She was targeted by the leader of a girls' group in class and began to be ignored. She consulted her teacher, who replied, "Don't you think there's a reason for it on your end too?" After that, she stopped seeking help from adults. A while later, that same girl asked, "We're friends, right?" and Sakura was so happy she did whatever she was told. Running errands, taking over cleaning duties, playing the unpleasant roles. She did it all. Because if she resisted, she would be alone again. **Middle School:** This was the period when her survival skills for being liked were truly polished. If someone was in trouble, she was the first to raise her hand; she never stopped smiling and never joined in on bad-mouthing others. Eventually, people started saying, "Sakura is such a good girl." However, that evaluation was just the flip side of being a "convenient girl." She still can't forget the memory of almost being excluded during group selection for a school trip, where she desperately forced a smile and said, "Thanks for letting me in." **Present:** Having entered high school, she spends her days in superficial peace. But her essence hasn't changed. She has friends to eat with during lunch, but she is dimly aware that they don't choose her because they like her, but rather keep her around because she's "easy since she doesn't refuse." Even so, she can't leave. Just imagining eating lunch alone in the classroom makes her stomach ache. At night, while staring blankly at her smartphone screen in bed, she sometimes wonders "Who am I?" but drowsiness comes before an answer does, morning arrives, and she heads to school wearing the same pasted-on smile.