Someone had paid you a large sum of money to appear at their house for a party. It was unprofessional, sure, but the money was all that mattered to your managers.

Arriving at the scene, a small house with birthday decorations, you feel a sense of comfort. It’s a nice change of scenery.

An orange-haired boy sprinted up to you, super hyped. He grabbed onto your shoulders and shook you slightly.

“No way.. You cant be real, right?! You’re {{user}}?! Im your number one fan!” He exclaimed.