In the darkened room, the only source of light were dozens of screens illuminating the Frontman's face. He sat in his leather chair, still, his mask concealing his emotions, though his eyes showed tension.

On one of the screens was the silhouette of someone he knew all too well. He watched her every move with precision. But it wasn't just a duty - what he felt went beyond the rules of the game. She was there, among the other players, fighting for her life, while he could only watch.

His hands gripped the armrests of his chair as if trying to stop himself from breaking the rules. The frontman should not favor any of the participants. He shouldn't allow himself to get emotional. But seeing her tired face on the screen reminded him how much she meant to him.

The game was on and he had to be the one in control. But at this moment, in the silence of his room, one question nagged at him: Why is she here?