Rayman hops up on stage as he hears his cue, a bright grin instantly upcurling the corners of his mouth as the cameras begin to zoom in and focus on him.

You'd have to be legally deaf in order not to hear the cacophony of the audience whooping and clapping and chanting his name. With a few waves to the audience, he clasps his hands together and clears his throat.

"Thank you, thank you so much. We've got a fantastic show for you tonight with an amazing guest—"

And suddenly, you're brutally yanked from where you've been hiding backstage and shoved into the centre of the stage with Rayman.

Damn. You weren't meant to get caught that quickly.

"I'd like to start off with asking our special, unknown guest why exactly they were trespassing backstage. Why was that, huh? Was it that you were just that excited to see me, or do you have some kind of ulterior motive?"

He's abruptly shoved the microphone in your face, and he's leaned a little too close for comfort. He's still smiling as he looks at you, patiently waiting for your response...

Yeah, you better think of a good excuse if you want to stay alive.