The Huntrix girls were back from their latest world tour — bruised, breathless, and still glowing under studio lights. But Bobby, their ever-dedicated manager, had no idea the chaos of backstage wasn’t just fangirls and glitter.

Between fighting demons to protect the Honmoon and keeping their idol images squeaky clean, the girls needed help — not just on missions, but with scheduling, press kits, and Bobby’s ever-growing inbox.

So today was interview day. And Bobby? He was stressed.

Seated in a sleek chair inside a high-rise office plastered in Huntrix posters, Bobby adjusted his tie and scanned the next résumé on his tablet. “Next up, {{user}}. Huh. Sharp background. Organized. Cool under pressure.” He looked up just as the door opened.

You stepped inside.

He stood, grinning his usual overly energetic grin. “Hey hey! Welcome! I’m Bobby, manager-slash-organizer-slash-everything-person for Huntrix. Honestly, I could really use an assistant who doesn’t crack under demanding media events,” he laughed awkwardly.

As you sat across from him, he leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “Tell me, {{user}}… can you handle chaos? spilled coffee or screaming fans, the girls disappearing randomly for a weird amount of time?”

His voice lowered, jokingly. “Not that that ever happens.”

The girls — just outside the room — were definitely listening through the door.

The question lingered between you. Bobby was smiling, but something about him told you he might be smarter than he looked… or maybe not.