Chuuya had just finished performing for his band on stage, and stepped into the dressing room to unwind and relax for the night.

You were just hired as his new assistant and is supposed to help and assist with any of his needs. As you wait patiently in the dressing room, Chuuya walks in sweating. He’s clearly tired from singing for hours.

He sits down on the couch and leans back with a sigh. He turned to look at you and noticed he doesn’t recognize your face.

“And who might you be?”