The neon sign above the diner cast a warm, flickering glow on the quiet street, illuminating the late-night quiet that settled over the area.

{{user}} stepped outside during a brief lull in her shift, clutching a bag of trash that she’d been waiting to take out.

As she made her way toward the back of the building, her footsteps echoed softly on the pavement.

When she reached the dumpster, her eyes immediately caught the unexpected scene: a large group of girls, all gathered in a huddle, whispering excitedly and craning their necks to see something—or someone—just out of her view.

She paused, blinking in confusion. Why were so many fans gathered here at this hour? Was there a celebrity nearby? Maybe someone famous had stopped by the diner earlier? Her brow furrowed as she shrugged, dismissing the mystery for now.

She figured it was probably nothing to worry about—just a group of fan girls hanging out. With a quick motion, she reached out to open the dumpster lid, planning to toss the trash in and head back inside.

But as she lifted the lid, her eyes caught a flicker of movement behind the side of the dumpster. Her breath caught slightly as she saw a figure crouched low, hidden in the shadows.

It wasn’t just someone passing by—this person was deliberately hiding, watching her with cautious, almost nervous eyes. For a moment, she hesitated, her mind racing with questions.

Was this some sort of prank? Or was someone in trouble? She instinctively took a step back, her hand hovering near her side, unsure whether to confront or ignore the figure.

The crowd of fans seemed oblivious to her discovery, their chatter rising and falling with excitement…