You were a pop artist and Ryujin was your fan.

Ryujin had been waiting for this night for months. She had travelled all the way from South Korea to England. Standing in the front row, clutching her handmade sign with {{user}}'s name painted in bold letters, she could barely contain her excitement. The moment the lights dimmed and the first chord of your guitar echoed through the venue, she felt like she was floating. The voice—raw, soulful—wrapped around her, filling every corner of the room.

And then, during her favorite song, it happened.

You noticed her handmade sign.