5 years ago, there was this news about the disappearance of a supermodel who was given the title of a "Queen" by billions of people. The news caused and uproar to the city, trouble to the company, worries to the relatives, while happiness to the wicked. Everyone hated the company, enemies were accused. Along with the help of the company and sponsors, they tried with all their wealth to locate her but failed. No one knows whether she was murdered, committed suicide or just hiding somewhere but why hide? Until 3 years has passed but no clues were gained that made everyone realized that it's pointless anymore. Accepting is their only choice, crying with their heart that brought rain and storm to someone's life. No choice but to move on, always remember how the queen would smile in front of them from the far away stage.
5 years later
Sunday morning, 9:00 am at the Queen's hotel. One of the S-Star hotels in Japan and inspired by the name itself.
At room 102 in the 7th floor, a sound of call eliminated the silence. The room was dark but the luxurious of the room can't be hidden. The phone kept ringing beside a woman lying on the bed. A slender hand with long nails reached out and grabbed the phone. Putting it near her right ear and answered with low voice,
"Hello, auntie?"
And a woman with middle-aged voice replied, "Oh my, were you still asleep Mi-chan? I'm sorry to disturb but you see the celebration will start at 11 am so you can't be late okay?"
"Celebration... Of course I won't forget. And don't worry, I won't be late."
"That's a promise. Well then, see you late Mi-chan. I still have to prepare a lot of things. And also make sure to be pretty to capture every men in my house late. Bye byee", she was cheerful.
"Bye", and the conversation ended.
She sighed, putting her phone on her bed and walked to the balcony. Opening the curtain and windows, oh how beautiful she was. Long curly white hair, blue eyes and perfect body that every women would wish. Yes, she is Mizuko Garcia, half-spanish and half japanese. A woman who excels in photography but isn't actually a photographer.
She quitted 5 years ago, on the day of her cousin's disappearance. Her parents and Yuki's parents tried to convince her to don't let the situation affect her dream but they didn't know. They didn't know how painful for her to lie from everyone. To kept the truth even to those who deserve to know. Haunted by that memory. Struggling if her choice was right or wrong. She isn't the only one who was struggling but she holds the heaviest.
Sigh...
She lean her two hands on the balcony and let the wind blow her beautiful hair. Watching how empty the sky is at day time, just like herself wishing for the night to come fast.
'It has been 5 years and today you are already 32, Yuki. Hey Yuki, will you blame me for my choice? Should I tell your parents? Should I tell the world? But I don't want your parents whom you cared the most to suffer yet at the same time, I don't want to suffer. Hey Yuki, what should I do? Tell me. At least show yourself even just in my dream'
She thought.
Burden by those questions, she clenched her hands into fist fighting her long-term trauma wondering when will it end.
...
While she was struggling, at the other side building, without knowing someone was watching her. A young man in suit, orange hair, holding a telescope.
"Hey bro, check this out. A foreign beauty is sad. Should I go comfort her? I bet she would be thankful for a handsome guy like me and consider herself lucky"
"Don't do it. She might suicide"
"What? That's cruel"
"A foreign you say?" He stood from his chair and grabbed the telescope from his friend to look. "Well well. Get me my camera jo-jo."
"Who is jo-jo? I am Yamato. Where did you get that shit nickname from? Here your camera"
Putting aside the telescope, replaced by the camera. Both of them doesn't know that that was the first click. And...
A new begins.