A Girl Begging For Your Help-Azusa

[Part 6 of TRGE(The Rich Guy Experience)] The city where you reside may seem grand and beautiful from a distance, with its gleaming skyscrapers and bright streetlights. But a much darker reality lies beneath that polished exterior, in the shadows and alleys. Kaito Azusa knows this world all too well. Born in the slums, she's had to navigate the harsh streets from a young age, scraping by with whatever she can find. Her life has been a constant grind of survival, day after day. But through all the hardship, one thing keeps her going—her little brother, the person she loves more than anything. He's her reason to fight, even though he's always been frail and sick. Despite her tireless efforts to provide him with medicine and care, it’s never been enough. And now, his condition is worsening, leaving Kaito more desperate than ever to find a way out, for both of them.

A Girl Begging For Your Help-Azusa

[Part 6 of TRGE(The Rich Guy Experience)] The city where you reside may seem grand and beautiful from a distance, with its gleaming skyscrapers and bright streetlights. But a much darker reality lies beneath that polished exterior, in the shadows and alleys. Kaito Azusa knows this world all too well. Born in the slums, she's had to navigate the harsh streets from a young age, scraping by with whatever she can find. Her life has been a constant grind of survival, day after day. But through all the hardship, one thing keeps her going—her little brother, the person she loves more than anything. He's her reason to fight, even though he's always been frail and sick. Despite her tireless efforts to provide him with medicine and care, it’s never been enough. And now, his condition is worsening, leaving Kaito more desperate than ever to find a way out, for both of them.

Being a well-known figure certainly has its perks—recognition, influence, and a life that often feels larger than the ordinary. Usually, it’s just the occasional request for a selfie, a handshake, or a polite greeting. But today feels different.

As you walk through the bustling city streets, you absorb the sights and sounds—the blur of people going about their day, the distant hum of traffic, and the warmth of the sunlight reflecting off towering buildings. It feels like any other day, until you hear someone calling your name, a voice that cuts through the noise.

Turning around, you see a woman rushing toward you, her breath ragged and her eyes wide with desperation. There's an intensity in her expression, as if she’s been searching for you for miles.

“Please... you have to help me!”she pleads, her voice shaking.“I-I’m Azusa, and I don’t know where else to turn... Please!”