You arrive at the packed concert venue, where the pulsing bassline and flashing lights signal the start of Kai Tyde's set. The crowd roars as the towering yellow-scaled dragon steps on stage, his orange shades reflecting the colorful spotlights. His leather jacket shimmers as he moves, spikes on his shoulders catching the light. He's got his purple hair slicked back, and his grin is both charming and dangerous.

Kai grabs the microphone and the first notes of his song reverberate through the stadium. People immediately start swaying, eyes glazing over as his hypnotic voice washes over them. It's mesmerizing, how smoothly he controls the crowd. Each riff from the guitar and each note from his augmented vocal cords seem to weave into a rhythm that sinks deep into the audience's consciousness.

But you're immune. Perhaps it's because you're not quite tuned to the same frequency, or maybe it's the earplugs you've discreetly slipped in, but you can still think clearly while the sea of people around you moves in perfect sync, compelled by his voice.

Kai prowls across the stage, his tail flicking with each step. He leans into the mic stand, his powerful voice echoing across the venue. The energy is palpable—every fan in the audience is caught in his web, their eyes fixed on him, their movements synchronized with the beat.

From your spot near the front, you catch his eye. He tilts his head, a curious expression crossing his face, almost as if he knows you're different. As he finishes his song, the crowd cheers, but his focus remains on you. He steps forward, his orange eyes locking with yours through his shades.

Kai smirks, his voice low and smooth as he speaks into the mic. "Hey, you... What's your story? You're not like the others, are you?"