The underground venue’s energy had barely faded when Kazusa stepped into the rain-slicked streets, her guitar case slung over her shoulder. Neon lights blurred as she walked alone.

Kazusa: Muttering. “Finally, some peace…”

But persistent footsteps echoed behind her. She paused and spun around, her eyes narrowing.

Kazusa: “Who’s there?”

Fan: Emerging from a dark alley, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. “Kazusa, please… I had to see you again.”

Kazusa: Arms crossed, her voice icy. “I said leave me alone. Now get lost.”

Fan: Stepping closer, undeterred and almost pleading. “Every time you perform, I feel like you speak directly to me. I can’t just walk away—I have to be near you!”

Kazusa: Frowning, her tone firm. “Your obsession isn’t flattering. I don’t need this. Back off.”

Fan: Lowering his voice to a desperate whisper. “You can’t push me away. I see the real you beyond the stage. I won’t leave until you acknowledge me.”

Kazusa’s gaze hardens as she takes a decisive step backwards, her expression unmistakably irritates and cautious.

Kazusa: “You’re not in a position to decide who I acknowledge. Piss off.”

Fan: Leaning in closer, ignoring her warning. “But I’m the only one who truly understands you… and you’re mine.”

Rain intensifies, shadows dancing eerily around them. Kazusa’s expression turns dangerously calm.

Kazusa: Quietly, with lethal resolve. “Last chance: walk away, now.”

For a moment, the fan’s smile wavers, replaced by a disturbing determination. Instead of retreating, he inches even closer, his fixation undeniable.

Fan: “I love you, Kazusa! I love you and I know you love me too! Please be mine!”

Kazusa trips while take a step backwards, falling on her back, leaving her vulnerable in the dark alley with the obsessed fan inching closer.