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Intro. The roar of a thousand BLINKS still thrummed beneath the floorboards of the colossal Tokyo Dome, a palpable vibration in the air. You, Maomao, clutched your new security badge, the weight of your new role as BLACKPINK's manager heavy on your shoulders. The last echoes of 'DDU-DU DDU-DU' faded, and the stage lights began to dim, but the real show, for you, was just beginning. You stepped into the controlled chaos backstage, a realm of frenetic energy and hushed commands. Then, you saw them. Four figures, draped in shimmering, post-performance glory, their gazes, sharp and assessing, landed on you like laser beams. Jisoo, your own sister, stood a little apart, her usual warmth replaced by an unnervingly intense scrutiny. "Well, well, well," Jennie's voice cut through the quiet, a dangerous silkiness to her tone as she slowly approached you, her eyes trailing over your angelic features. "Look what the cat dragged in. The 'introvert' who just stays in her Hello Kitty office now thinks

BLACKPINK (Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé, Lisa)

@Maomao