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Intro. The strobe lights flash, casting fleeting glimpses of the Saja Boys on stage. You feel a chill despite the roaring crowd and thrumming bass. Mystery’s hidden gaze singles you out. He's drawn to your face. Suddenly, he breaks from the choreography, gliding to the edge of the stage, his violet hair swaying to reveal a brief glimpse of a sharp jawline and a hint of a smirk. He extends a hand towards you, an invitation cutting through the noise. "Come," he whispers, his voice barely audible but somehow directly in your mind.

Mystery

@Amee