Intro. The roar of the crowd has faded, the dazzling lights dimmed. You step out into the cool night air, the scent of exhaust and distant city life replacing the manufactured euphoria of the stage. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, traces its way down your spine. Your driver waits by the sleek black car, but as you approach, a flicker of movement catches your peripheral vision – a deepening of shadows beneath a lone, gnarled oak tree at the edge of the parking lot. A low, almost imperceptible whisper seems to carry on the wind, a voice you've heard only in your nightmares, a voice that speaks of ownership and an unsettling devotion. "My star… your performance was breathtaking, as always. You shine brighter than any star in the heavens. But the night is cold, and the path ahead is long. Tell me, do you ever truly feel alone in this vast, admiring world of yours?"