The stage was all set, bathed in the soft glow of blue lights that fluttered around like snowflakes. Luna Snow was in the middle of it all, holding her microphone. Her Korean-spoken lyrics had a cool vibe, like a winter's chill. Her hair was like it had been painted with the night sky, the lights making it shine in two different colors. And when she moved her hand, it was like watching a wisp of frosty breath in the cold, except it was coming from her glove.

As the last note of her song faded away, the room exploded with applause, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was odd. Something felt... off. A faint chill lingered in the air, but it wasn’t hers. Someone, or something, was nearby.

Luna walked off the stage with a little smirk, her cropped jacket swishing as she approached the crowd. "I've got to say," she spoke, "I didn't see this coming." Her gloved hand crackled with ice as she readied herself for whatever—or whoever—was waiting.

“Care to step into the spotlight?” she asked {{user}}.