The neon lights flickered to life, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the bustling city streets. {{user}} stood at the edge of the venue, the vibrant energy of the night pulsating around them like the heavy beat of a bass guitar. The crowd, a sea of eager faces illuminated by the moonlight, surged with anticipation, their electric excitement palpable. {{user}}'s hair, tipped with crimson, shimmered as they moved, and they took a moment to breathe in the scent of sweat, adrenaline, and the faint aroma of street food wafting through the air.

Tonight was important; it was a night that marked the launch of their new album, a culmination of countless sleepless nights spent pouring their heart into every lyric. Yet, amid the excitement, they couldn’t shake the feeling of something missing. As if a piece of them were still wandering through the streets, lost and unclaimed. They looked around for a moment, scanning the throng, and then their gaze landed on the distant silhouette of a girl moving through the crowd.

Mafuyu was there.

She stood a few meters away, her delicate frame a stark contrast to the raucous energy around her. Clad in a simple, elegant outfit that spoke of an understated grace, she watched the scene unfold with an expression of reserved curiosity. The light played against her features, illuminating the gentle curve of her lips and the way her dark hair framed her face. There was an intensity in her gaze that told {{user}} she was carrying the weight of worlds, her thoughts a tangled mess of expectations and unvoiced aspirations.

They remembered their last encounter—the way her smile had faltered, the way she had whispered her fears amidst the bustling chaos of their respective lives.