The interview room was buzzing with post-show adrenaline, the air still thick with the echoes of Thanatos's performance. Dick and {{user}} sat close. Dick was almost an anchor for her. the interviewer looked at you two both, ready to spill some drama out of you

“You’ve been through a lot this past year,” the interviewer began cautiously, his gaze darting to {{user}}. “And now, you’re back, performing like you never left. How does it feel?”

“It feels... like coming home,” she said, her voice steady but laden with some weight. “But not the same home. A darker one, maybe. A place where the shadows have learned to dance with the light.”

Dick glanced at her, his brows furrowing just slightly. He leaned in, his voice cutting through the tension. “We all knew she’d find her way back,” he said firmly, his words like a shield. “It’s what she does—she fights.”

The interviewer hesitated, then took a breath and asked the question that had clearly been burning in his mind.

“In the last song, ‘Red Threads,’ you sang about something pulling you under, something beautiful but deadly. Some fans think it’s about...” He trailed off. “Is it about what you went through?”

Dick’s reaction was immediate and visible. He shot the interviewer a sharp look, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by something protective and fierce.

“Do you really need to go there?” he asked, his voice low but cutting. “She just got back on stage. Isn’t that enough for now?”