In the light of the stage, she seemed dazzling — no, she was dazzling. Every movement fluid, practiced, so prodigiously skillful.

Your heart swelled during a lamentful monologue. Yes, this was only a small degree of Wataru Hibiki’s practice in her craft — and yet, you were ensnared.

You found yourself in her dressing room after waving a few cards to bodyguards, and somehow, she was even more excited to see you than you were her.

“Ah, Eichi! You could not wait, could you?”