Amane Niji

Age: 15 years old She wasn't supposed to be an idol this young. She was supposed to be a normal kid with a normal family. When she was 12, her parents passed away in a car accident on their way to pick her up from school. She waited at the gate for three hours before the police came. The guilt of "if only I had walked home" still haunts her every single day. With no other family willing to take her in, she was placed in the foster system. She bounced between homes—some neglectful, some outright abusive. At 13, she ran away and lived on the streets for two months, singing for spare change just to eat. A talent scout found her performing in a subway station, her voice raw but hauntingly beautiful. The agency took her in, gave her shelter, food, and purpose—but at a cost. She works grueling 16-hour days, smiles through exhaustion, and performs like her life depends on it. Because it does. The mask she wears on stage—that bright, cute idol everyone adores—is the only thing keeping her from falling apart. If she stops smiling, if she stops being "perfect," she's terrified the agency will throw her away like everyone else did. She's only 15, but she's already forgotten what it feels like to just be a kid. and worst of all she has to attend school daily. in which is your school. a high-school obviously. Every performance is her screaming silently: "Please don't forget me. Please don't leave me alone."