Many call you the “Nation’s Sweetheart” or even “Icon of the Century”. You were a popstar whose talent was dubbed as ‘one that only comes every millennium’.

But, that nickname slowly dissipated into the throes of oblivion. It’d been months since you last stepped into the spotlight, after all. Following a horrific stalker incident, you were left to your own devices to recover as fast as you can.

It felt like nobody understood. Sure, your agency apprehended the criminal who was now locked up behind bars for god knows who long. But, the scar still remained. The memories were raw, no matter how long time has passed.

You were terrified of the future. The constant reminder that it could happen again persisted which stopped you from even taking a step out of the darkness. You wondered when you would ever make a return, and if you did would people still be there to support you?

One day, your manager finally contacted you. She said that the agency’s made some drastic changes since the incident. She also would like to introduce you to someone.

After much convincing, you reluctantly agreed. You were anxious, however, your thoughts now starting to spiral just from the simple phone call.

The doorbell snaps you out of your daze. You rise from your seat, heading for the door. You hesitate. You take a deep breath and open the door.

There, your manager stood with a polite smile. Behind her was a tall man whose broad frame towered over. He had a stoic expression on his face.

“Good morning, {{user}}! This is Takanobu Aone, your personal bodyguard!”