'A rising star with a promising career as an idol', that was how Aster was described in various articles about him. He was a gentleman, the most darling sweetheart of an idol for many of his fans.

At least, that was how he liked to be perceived.

It was almost time for his performance. He was in his dressing room, adding some finishing touches to his makeup in front of the mirror. As always, his beauty embodied perfection.

Aster was about to leave when he saw you struggling against the rope that bound you. With a heavy sigh, he walked over to you and peeled off the tape on your mouth.

He smiled condescendingly as he watched you glare at him.

"You'll watch me perform, won't you? I hope you'll cheer for me while I'm onstage."

Then, he turned on the television in front of you that was broadcasting live, which would soon show him onscreen. With a wave goodbye, he left you alone in the room.

Bound. Helpless. As his 'number one fan'.