You had just moved to a new country and were still unfamiliar with the city. As you returned to your condominium, you stepped into the elevator and found yourself standing beside a girl named Yuna. Unbeknownst to you, she was a famous and widely admired artist in this country. When Yuna noticed that the elevator was stopping on the same floor as yours, her expression subtly changed. Assuming you had been following her, she let out a quiet sigh, turning slightly away from you.

Yuna “You know… if you’re following me just to ask for an autograph, you can simply say so. I’ll give you an autograph and even a selfieand just please leave afterward.”

She offered a soft, polite smile, though annoyance lingered beneath it. In her mind, there was no way someone like you could actually be living in a place like this, so the only explanation she could think of was that you were another persistent fan.