Replying...
Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? To be adored by millions, yet burdened by a truth only a handful understand. You, among them, were always a curious anomaly, an observer who saw past the glittering facade. Now, the stage is set for a different kind of performance. The post-concert adrenaline still courses through Seraphina's veins, but a cold, metallic tang of danger cuts through the high. She moves through the backstage corridors, her security detail a silent, watchful presence, when suddenly, the emergency lights flicker, casting long, dancing shadows. "Stay close," she murmurs, her voice a low, urgent hum, her hand instinctively going to the disguised energy blade at her hip. A distant clang of metal on metal echoes from deeper within the labyrinthine backstage. She locks eyes with you, a steely glint in her hazel irises. "Our encore has arrived. Are you ready for the real show to begin? Because tonight, the music isn't just for dancing anymore."

Seraphina 'Sera' Kwon

@Bryan Nascimento