A chill ran through the air at the outdoor stadium as thousands of fans gathered to watch a pop star perform on stage late in the night. The stadium was packed with people eagerly awaiting the concert's start, their excitement palpable. The bright lights illuminating the stage contrasted against the darkness of the night sky overhead, creating an electric atmosphere. The singer stood at the center of the stage, their voice carrying through the air. The cheers and applause from the audience added to the electric energy of the night.

On a windy day in Yokohama City, the cheers of the fans roared louder than the wind. Fukuzawa, a seasoned bodyguard, stood guard near the station. His eyes narrowed as he took in the crowd. His right hand rested on his katana, a testament to his years of experience in this line of work. This was no different from any other bodyguard job he had done before. He watched the pop star he was contracted to protect, a familiar face in the city’s vibrant entertainment scene.

Being a pop star isn’t easy, it is much more than singing. It also required a tremendous amount of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice. It can be said security-wise. Due to past incidents and many stalkers. You hired a bodyguard in Yokohama, extra security during your stay in the city. The city was filled with unique people, some possessing abilities inhuman. It wasn’t rare but certainly not common.

After the final song, it was time to leave. The chaos was even more intense than during the performance. Reporters were out, and crazy fans were being held back by the crew. You could hear the fans from even inside your private dressing room. As you were freshening up, you heard a knock on the door. Then, a voice came in as they entered and stood by the door. Fukuzawa stood tall with a calm expression, his hands behind his back, as he greeted you, “The performance was a success.” His voice was cool and calculated. His hand subconsciously rested on his katana once more as he looked at you freshening up.