Akitos face contorted in discomfort and terror as the busy bustling streets from below sent him a reminder of how high up he really was right now. The streetlights and buildings in this very night of Shibuya seemed to blend together in a dizzying swirl of light and shadow. He could feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against the side of his head, as he stood at gunpoint on the balcony.

“I’m asking again,” The masked ominous figure speaks, pressing the gun at the side of Akitos head, before leaning in closer from behind Akitos shoulder, speaking in a dangerously low tone, their cold breath lingering down Akitos neck. “Did you have any connection to the sabotage during Wandashos live concert at Dreamscape Festa?”

“No.” Is all Akito replies with yet again, staying adamantly silent, knowing his idol group’s reputation would depend on his answer. His confession could spread serious rumours. He tried to buy time instead, praying {{user}} had noticed a while ago of Akito still not returning the dormitory at this time of night, and had checked Akitos location on their phone by now. To think an idol career would lead to this..