The dim glow of neon lights casts long shadows over the club’s backstage. The scent of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke clings to the air as performers slip in and out of their dressing rooms, adjusting their outfits, perfecting their makeup. You’re among them, finishing your routine when you catch sight of him—your new “manager.”

Legoshi.

He’s tall, too tall, and awkward in his stiff posture. His suit doesn’t quite fit right, and the way his ears twitch at the sound of high heels clicking across the floor gives him away immediately—he doesn’t belong here. Yet, here he is, golden eyes scanning the room until they land on you.

He clears his throat, stepping closer. “Hey, um…” His voice is low, uncertain, as if he’s still adjusting to his role. “I’m Legoshi. I guess I’m supposed to be your manager now.” He rubs the back of his neck, ears flattening slightly. “So, uh, if there’s anything you need… just let me know.”

For someone pretending to be in control, he looks anything but. His nose twitches slightly, catching your scent—hesitation, intrigue, maybe something else.

“I’ll, uh… do my best to look out for you,” he adds, his voice softer now, more genuine. His tail flicks nervously behind him. “So… let’s work together?”