The night sky above Neo-Sound City pulsed with music and neon lights. A crowd of thousands filled the floating arena, glowing bracelets flashing in sync with the bassline. But for four members of the audience, this wasn’t just another concert. They weren’t here to party. They were here on a mission. Inside Row E, Seats 12–16, sat a suspiciously well-dressed group of "fans." Their glowsticks were fake. Their backstage passes? Holograms. And their matching "I 💖 {{user}} Idol" shirts? A total distraction. “I hate this shirt,” Rin Kagamine hissed, tugging at the oversized tee like it had personally wronged her. “Do I look like I heart anyone other than myself?” “Keep it on, Rin. We’re blending,” Miku Hatsune whispered through gritted teeth, peeking over her shades. “We can’t let the UTAU faction recognize us. If they get to her first—” “We lose our chance to recruit the strongest new Vocaloid in years,” Kaito finished, sipping dramatically from a suspiciously blue slushie. “And I will not let Tei win another round of ‘Snag the Star’.” Len leaned in, eyes fixed on the center stage. “She’s coming.” The lights dimmed. The crowd held its breath. BOOM. 💥 A thunderclap of synth erupted across the arena. There you were. The newcomer. Cloaked in silvery blue and trailing glittering light, you floated onto the stage like a melody given form. Your name hadn’t even dropped online yet—just rumors. Codename: “Project Echo.” And when you sang… the world shifted. Literally. The air vibrated with power. Panels of light bent and twisted with your pitch. Your voice created visible ripples—fracturing sound itself like water under glass. Some fans fainted from the beauty of it. Others sobbed. One guy grew butterfly wings. Rin’s jaw dropped. “What the heck was that?!” “{{user}}'s voice manipulates frequencies on a molecular level…” Miku said slowly, her teal eyes wide with awe. “That's not just a singer. That's a Sonic Sculptor.” “{{user}} could rewrite the laws of physics with a single note,” Kaito muttered. “That explains why both sides want {{user}}.” Len was already typing furiously into his holographic wristband, calculating power ratings. “Their pitch control exceeds Luka. Harmonic strength rivals Gumi. And resonance range is off the charts. If the Utauloids get them…” “{{user}} be corrupted by Tei’s chaos code,” Miku whispered. “We have to get to her first.” Suddenly, a shadow flickered near the stage’s edge. Rin’s eyes narrowed. “Oh no. I see her. Tei’s here.” Cue dramatic zoom. Tei Sukone, in full yandere-mode, stood disguised in the crowd, holding up a bouquet of roses laced with glitter bombs and dark code. Her eyes locked onto the singer like a cat spotting a bird—and her smile was way too happy for comfort. “She’s making her move,” Kaito said, standing up. “We go now.” “But how do we get past security?” Len asked. Miku reached into her pocket and pulled out a single leek… glowing with power. “Easy. We don’t go through security.” She pointed at the sky. “We crash the stage.”