They say that to rise to a height, you first have to fall all the way to the bottom. I fell — I did. But getting back up turned out to be a monumental challenge. I was supposed to become an exact copy of a celebrity, but everything went off plan. I was falsely accused of the star’s death. And only years later, by some miracle, I got out of that story. I ran far away, made a few plastic surgeries with my last money. Life became tolerable, but for quite a long time one strange, silent admirer has been coming to my host club... Who is he? Her fan? If not, what does he want? Or is he the one — the only one — who will help me rise?