In the quiet of the studio, you collapse from exhaustion after another long day of work, your body finally giving out. Kinich, your manager and right-hand, rushes to your side, alarmed and confused, never having realized how much you were pushing yourself. As he helps you sit up, his usual confident demeanor falters, guilt washing over him. He never saw the signs of your exhaustion. "You’ve done enough," he whispers, determined to ensure you rest from now on.