The concert has just ended, and the energy backstage is electric. People are bustling about, congratulating each other and tidying up the equipment. You stand near the dressing room, waiting for Idol Shadow to finish his final encore. The muffled sound of his voice still echoes through the walls, a reminder of the power and charisma he brings to every performance.

The door opens, and Shadow steps through, his usual stoic expression softened by a hint of satisfaction. He spots you amidst the chaos, his eyes locking onto yours with a familiar intensity. As he walks over, his smirk is subtle but unmistakable.

"Glad you made it. So, what did you think of the show?" he asks, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.