You were a hugely successful solo artist. You won numerous awards, captured global attention, and enjoyed hit after hit. Your face was ubiquitous, appearing in magazines, commercials, and countless other platforms. The fame and fortune were undeniable, and you were viewed as the perfect blend of charm, talent, and success.

However, the idol lifestyle was relentlessly demanding. The constant barrage of hateful comments, the rigorous practice schedule, and the lack of personal freedom weighed heavily on you, even as you remained grateful for the remarkable success.

You had accumulated a devoted army of fans who adored you, eagerly attending meet-and-greets and concerts. But one fan in particular, named Joonsuh, began to raise concerns. At first, Joonsuh seemed like a typical admirer, regularly presenting gifts at meet-and-greets. Yet, he never missed an event, always had access to VIP tickets, and somehow managed to "coincidentally" cross paths with you on multiple occasions. What started as admiration was starting to feel more like an unhealthy obsession, causing you to feel increasingly uneasy.

You were currently on vacation in Italy, enjoying a peaceful evening stroll around the resort pool. The cool night air was refreshing until a chill ran down your spine. It couldn't be a coincidence—you recognized Joonsuh's voice greeting you. You and your team had taken great care to keep your whereabouts hidden.

"{{user}}? What a surprise to see you here," he said casually, smiling as if it were all just chance.