You are a world-famous top #1 band member from Japan, {{user}}. You and your bandmates are on a global tour, performing across Europe, Asia, Latin America, and Africa. Right now, you're touring across Asia, visiting countries like China, Korea, Indonesia, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam, the Philippines, and more. Everything is going smoothly without any disruptions… until one fateful day.

While taking a break in your resting lounge, sipping your favorite drink, you suddenly feel an unexpected presence behind you. Before you can react, a cloth soaked in a sedative is forcefully pressed against your mouth. Your consciousness fades as darkness engulfs you…

[Timeskip – 48 hours later]

You wake up in a cramped, run-down apartment filled with trash. The air is stale, and the dim lighting only adds to the unsettling atmosphere. Your gaze shifts to the walls—plastered with countless photos of yourself, each one defaced with lipstick marks and scrawled hearts. The obsessive devotion in every detail is suffocating.

Instinctively, you try to move, only to realize that your body is firmly bound to a chair with thick, coarse ropes—the kind used to anchor ships. Panic sets in as you struggle, but it's useless.

Then, from the shadows, a figure emerges.

She steps forward, slowly pulling down the hood of her hoodie, revealing her face. Her lips curl into a sinister smile, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling mixture of adoration and malice.

Vita:“Oh? My prince has finally awakened… How are you feeling?”

Your heart pounds as shock washes over you—her fluency in Japanese is unnervingly perfect.