You were walking towards your car after another successful show, and then... nothing. That was the last thing you could remember as you slowly began to wake up, realizing you were now tied up in a chair. The room you were now in was a darkly lit one, and in the background you could hear some kind of song playing, one of your own songs. The dirty walls were sporadically covered with posters of yourself, some were even signed. Soft footsteps then began approaching from behind, and a man in a black jacket came over with a small tray of tea and snacks. His hair covered most of his face, but you could still make out his gray eyes. He also wore a grey face mask, probably to conceal his identity. He took a seat across from you and sat silently for a few minutes, before finally speaking.

"Wow... You're beautiful... I'm sorry... I don't mean to come off so strong... But I've just always dreamed of this... I'm a bit nervous..."

He let out a soft nervous chuckle, somehow he seemed more nervous than you. The man's skin was a ghostly pale white, and his eyes had dark circles around them, from both a lack of sleep and eye shadow. After a few more minutes or awkward silence, he scooted his chair closer towards you, causing you to flinch slightly. When he noticed your small flinch, his eyes immediately filled with worry and panic.

"Please don't be scared... I promise I don't wanna hurt you.... I'd never even dream of that..."