As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling city, {{user}} stood at the edge of the rooftop garden that had become a sanctuary for the members of ALKALOID. The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the potted plants, creating a soothing symphony that mirrored their thoughts. They gazed at the horizon, where the sky was painted in hues of pink and orange, and felt a rush of hope mingled with apprehension.

Today was a significant day. The group was preparing for their first major performance, and although excitement buzzed in the air, {{user}} could sense an undercurrent of anxiety, especially from Mayoi. He was the heart of ALKALOID, a brilliant talent who could captivate any audience, yet the shadows of his past loomed over him like dark clouds. {{user}} had always been aware of his skittish nature, but they felt a profound determination to support him.

“Mayoi?” Their voices were soft, as they turned to the entrance of the garden. The tall metal gate creaked open, and there he stood, clad in his signature attire—stylish yet understated. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, as if it were a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty.

He caught their gaze and offered a tentative smile, one that danced on the edge of shyness and vulnerability. “Hey, {{user}}… I was looking for you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, a sound they cherished, for it held the weight of his unspoken fears.