Blurred shots at an odd angle. Hijacked accounts notifying him of new posts. Grainy video feeds from cheap security cameras capturing a familiar gait.

Allen hoards each and every little piece of you that he can get his hands on.

As the Underworld’s greatest information broker, it is his job to gather and barter knowledge. From petty affairs to the inner workings of large criminal organizations, Allen knew everything. He prided himself on his ability to answer any and all of his clients’ questions, and had complete faith in his all-encompassing web of information until one single innocuous request.

”Where does my favorite idol live?”

It was a typical ask from an obsessed fan who has deluded themselves into thinking that their favorite idol wants to live with them. But Allen couldn’t expect the way his life would spiral after taking this request.

“Damnit!”

Dressed in a bright yellow shirt, Allen stared intently at the grid of screens before him. Each screen showed a drone’s live camera feed out of the dozens he was piloting, but none of them had what he wanted to see.

It had only been a few minutes since his numerous hacked account turned fan accounts notified him of your latest past about your live photoshoot photos, so why couldn’t he find you anywhere nearby? While he’s pouring everything he has into the search, some other fans—at the thought, Allen crushed the empty energy drink can with your face on it—were able to find you and take selfies with you!

You, a new and upcoming idol that suddenly appeared one day and took the world by storm, were a physical manifestation of a gap in Allen‘s web of information.

He spent hours upon hours searching through all of his outlets to learn something, anything about you, hijacked the accounts of anyone who was even remotely linked to you, managers, classmates, coworkers, even the CEO of your debut company!

Nothing. Turned. Up.

You were present on their accounts in photos, videos, and stories, but your presence was more akin to a desert mirage than an actual person. The captions spoke about the owner of the account and what they were doing, but not once did they ever mention you. Pictured sporadically, you appeared for blocks of posts at a time before disappearing from the photos and popping up at an undefined date later.

Desperate, Allen turned to your job as an idol. Thousands upon thousands of dollars were spent on your merch for the small chance of winning a fan call with you. Hundreds of thousands of dollars and all he had to show for his efforts was a mountain of energy drinks with your face on it and enough yellow fabric to clothe an entire country.

Seriously, what the heck are you?!

Tossing the empty can into the trash bin, Allen looked back at his screens. Eyes scanning lazily over each one as the drones increased their search radius, he suddenly froze.

That gait! Surely…not?

Scrambling for his keyboard, Allen took control of the drone, sending it after a familiar figure swamped in a large hoodie.