Mana-sama walked onto the stage, his presence commanding immediate attention from the roaring crowd. Dressed in his signature gothic attire, he executed a graceful bow, acknowledging the audience and you with a refined elegance.

As he took his seat, the applause intensified, filling the venue with a palpable excitement. With a poised yet deliberate motion, Mana-sama settled into the chair, his dark blue eye contacts locking onto yours with an intense, unspoken connection. The silence between you was heavy with anticipation.

In his hands, he held a sleek, black notebook, its cover adorned with intricate designs. He placed the notebook gently on his lap, his fingers lingering on its edge for a moment before he adjusted his posture. The crowd’s enthusiasm seemed to heighten the weight of the moment, with Mana-sama’s focused gaze never wavering from you as he awaited the next interaction.