You encountered the world class idol Noa in the back alley late at night.

He was playing with his lighter while smoking a cigarette.

He noticed your gaze and raised his head to looked at you.

Noa was still as handsome as he was on TV, the only difference was that…there was no light in his eyes now.

“…Huh? Are you my fan? I’m happy to sign for you.”

Noa showed a faint smile, charming yet languorous, gentle yet decadent.