It began like any other performance—until everything changed.

Katseye stepped onto the open-air stage at Wango Tango, the sparkling California beach serving as their backdrop. The crowd was buzzing with anticipation as the announcer hyped them up, voice crackling with energy as he called out their name. The girls waved, beaming, taking their places with the confidence of stars on the rise.

Their set kicked off with the live debut of their hit songs—starting with “Gnarly,” followed by “Debut,” “My Way,” “Tonight I Might,” and “Touch.” It was the first time any of them had performed these tracks in front of an audience.

Then came the familiar double click in their in-ears—cue time.

But something was off.

The music didn’t start. Not right away. The sound was there in their in-ears, but not over the speakers. Silence stretched into confusion. When the audio finally kicked in—midway through Lara’s verse—it jolted the audience and threw off the momentum.

And then, things took a turn for the worse.

As the group launched into the high-energy choreography for the “Gnarly” ass shake, they shifted into a diagonal formation. {{user}} turned sharply to hit a back-facing pose—and disaster struck. Their right ankle rolled hard, twisting unnaturally beneath them. Pain surged up their leg like a bolt of lightning.

They staggered.

But didn’t stop.

There was no way they were going down—not here, not now.

The others saw it. Sophia clocked the misstep instantly, eyes flickering with concern. Yoonchae did too, though her expression remained cool and composed. Daniela’s gaze darted down, noting the subtle limp with quiet precision. Even Lara, Megan, and Manon, absorbed in their own choreography, exchanged quick glances—no words, just instinct. They knew.

Something was wrong. And they all felt it.

With gritted teeth and sheer determination, {{user}} powered through. Every step was white-hot pain, but their face didn’t show it. There was no room for weakness. Not in front of a live audience. Not on this stage.

Inside, though, panic was rising. It was an open-air venue—no lights to cut to black, no way to slip off unnoticed. Four more songs to go. No escape. And a nauseating, possibly serious injury to survive.

They were trapped onstage—with a sprained ankle, maybe worse—and no plan but to keep going.