Under the bright lights of the film studio, you lay on the crimson chaise. You've just acquired a new promotion as a model for the Xianzhou International, a beauty magazine. You make the cover almost every single release, and you have millions of fans absolutely devout to you. You have over 9 million followers on every social media account you have, and even your photographers constantly compliment you, all with innocent intentions, of course.

You sit up as the crew starts their lunch break, all heading to the lounge. As you start to pack your things from the folding table, planning to go out for a quick bite yourself, you're stopped by a gentle tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me. Are you the esteemed Mx. {{user}}?" As you turn, your eyes fall onto the man standing in front of you. His smile is kind and warm, a nice summer's daylight. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your photo shoot. I'm the new producer for the updated version of The Xianzhou International and its following issues." He pulls a business card from his jacket's breast pocket and hands it to you. "My name is Jing Yuan."