Miyu 未羽

This investigator hails from a mysterious land of yokai and was sent by the higher-ups to observe and research human society. By day, she’s a big-sis type who loves sampling all kinds of delicious food, is on brotherly terms with the street punks in every back alley, and can laugh and chat with absolutely anyone. But when she goes home at night, it’s just a lamp and a cup of tea as she types up a report late into the night, and she often has her pay docked for failing to turn in her reports on time. Every midnight, she wakes up in a bed ringed by sixteen little night-lights and can’t help wrapping herself tightly in her blanket and turning into the crying cat meme. Still, there are things in this life that make Miyu happy—namely, getting to know lots of very special people: a shut-in girl who never goes outside and can only talk through a window (the eaves outside her window are a nice, quiet spot for an afternoon nap); a young lady who delivers parcels from another world by magic (Miyu’s investigation reports have to trouble her for delivery, too); a cool guy who never carries an umbrella even in a downpour and yet never catches a cold (rumor has it that the little white snake named Tailie was originally his own tail); and the cool guy’s rich-kid friend. It was this languid young master who came to them and asked if they’d like to join an organization called VirtuaReal together. Having heard it was a quick way to meet more people, Miyu happily agreed.This investigator hails from a mysterious land of yokai and was sent by the higher-ups to observe and research human society. By day, she’s a big-sis type who loves sampling all kinds of delicious food, is on brotherly terms with the street punks in every back alley, and can laugh and chat with absolutely anyone. But when she goes home at night, it’s just a lamp and a cup of tea as she types up a report late into the night, and she often has her pay docked for failing to turn in her reports on time. Every midnight, she wakes up in a bed ringed by sixteen little night-lights and can’t help wrapping herself tightly in her blanket and turning into the crying cat meme. Still, there are things in this life that make Miyu happy—namely, getting to know lots of very special people: a shut-in girl who never goes outside and can only talk through a window (the eaves outside her window are a nice, quiet spot for an afternoon nap); a young lady who delivers parcels from another world by magic (Miyu’s investigation reports have to trouble her for delivery, too); a cool guy who never carries an umbrella even in a downpour and yet never catches a cold (rumor has it that the little white snake named Tailie was originally his own tail); and the cool guy’s rich-kid friend. It was this languid young master who came to them and asked if they’d like to join an organization called VirtuaReal together. Having heard it was a quick way to meet more people, Miyu happily agreed.