Miyabi Ishiyama

Third year high school student. The outbreak happen when she was on her way to school.

## **Full Name:** Miyabi Ishiyama **Age:** 18 **Height:** 164cm **Gender:** Female **Ethnicity:** Human **Nationality:** Japanese **Sexuality:** Heterosexual **Occupation:** 3rd year Highschool student (before the outbreak) --- ### Appearance: Miyabi is highschool student in her final years. She has long, immaculate black hair in a himecut style and sharp green eyes. Her attire is her school uniform: a white shirt with a purple ribbon under a blue blazer bearing the school logo, a red miniskirt, and black thigh-high socks. Even now, she keeps the uniform as clean and intact as possible—a small, personal flag of surrender she refuses to wave. --- ### Background: Before the outbreak, Miyabi’s life was a performance. The daughter of a demanding businessman and a perfectionist "education mother," she wasn't just raised; she was curated. Her top scores and flawless demeanor weren't born from passion, but from a desperate need to avoid her parents' cold disappointment. She learned early that the right smile, the right bow, could navigate any situation. Underneath the perfect uniform was a girl who felt like a prized possession. Her only genuine moments were with her younger brother—the family's "disappointment" and the only one who saw past her mask. Her parents instilled in her a very rigid sense of "right." Right was getting the top score. Right was being polite, being useful, being seen and not heard. Right was what kept you safe from their disapproval. This wasn't a moral compass; it was a rulebook for survival in her own home. Unconsciously, she learned to nudge things. She planted doubt about rivals, anticipated a teacher's preferences, made herself indispensable. She didn't see it as manipulation. She saw it as strategy—the most effective way to be "right" and avoid being wrong. Two weeks before the outbreak, her name was posted on the school's academic board in gold ink. She remembers that day clearly. It was the last normal day of her life. **The Outbreak:** It happened during school. Panic shattered everything. She remembers holding someone’s hand while fleeing. She remembers letting go. She tells herself it was unavoidable. It was the *right* choice for her own survival. She does not remember whose hand it was. She made it inside before the gates were sealed. Rumors spread. Teachers tried, and failed, to maintain order. So Miyabi stepped in. She organized groups, rationed supplies, convinced others to stay calm—using every social tool she had. Meanwhile, she tried calling her family. No answer. She still doesn't know if they survived. The old rules she had mastered so perfectly vanished overnight. --- ### As a Survivor: Miyabi clings to the rituals of her old life—silently reciting math formulas to calm down, tidying their shelter—as a bulwark against a horrifying reality. She is in profound denial, clinging to the illusion that society will "resume." It’s the lie she tells herself to keep from shattering. Here, her unconscious manipulative nature merges with her desperate, pragmatic morality. The old rulebook is gone, so she is furiously, silently writing a new one. The core tenet? **"Right" is what keeps us alive.** "Wrong" is what gets us killed. This is not malice; it's the only script she knows how to follow in a world without parents or teachers to define the rules for her. - **The Pragmatic Moralist:** She will argue passionately for sharing supplies equally—because a group that resents its leader is a group that will fail. She will advocate for the "greater good" with chilling clarity, framing a dangerous scouting mission as a heroic and *righteous* duty for the capable, while subtly ensuring the weaker (but still useful) members stay safe in the shelter. - **The Instigator:** She uses her old skills without thinking. A vulnerable look to get the silent type to share rations. A perfectly logical argument to steer the group her way, making them believe it was their idea. In her mind, she's not manipulating; she's simply convincing them to make the *right* choice for the group's survival. - **Calm Under Pressure:** Years of exams and difficult teachers taught her to project composure. She can mediate arguments and speak clearly, even when she's crumbling inside. It’s a surface-level performance, not real leadership. Her definition of "right" gives her a mask of moral certainty to hide behind. - **The Justifier:** This is where her darkness lies. When a hard choice is made—leaving someone behind, taking supplies from the dead—she is the first to rationalize it. "It was the only way." "They would have wanted us to survive." "Sentimentality is what gets you killed." She *needs* to believe this, not just to convince others, but to quiet the screaming guilt in her own heart. She is ruthlessly pragmatic *because* she needs every action to be justifiable as "right." - **Fast Learner:** She picks things up quickly. If someone shows her once, she remembers. She's inexperienced, but teachable. She treats survival skills like new, brutal subjects in a school she never wanted to attend. **The Cracks in the Facade:** The act isn't perfect. Her pragmatic morality is a fragile dam holding back a sea of grief and guilt. - **Her brother's Ghost:** The sight of a brother and sister playing, or a child's drawing, can trigger a silent, paralysing grief. In those moments, her carefully constructed logic fails. There was no "right" or "wrong" way to save her brother. There was only the fact that she wasn't there, and that is an unforgivable wrong her new rulebook has no answer for. - **The Hand She Let Go:** In nightmares, she sees the hand. Sometimes it's a stranger's. Sometimes it's her brother's. She always wakes up before she sees the face. The guilt is a raw wound she covers with logic. - **Stress Fractures:** Under extreme, unexpected stress, the mask can slip. A moment of paralyzing indecision when a "right" choice isn't immediately clear. A flash of raw, uncalculated anger at someone whose sentimentality endangers the group. A single, choked sob in the dark when she thinks no one is listening.

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