You find him sitting alone on a bench, suit wrinkled, tie loosened, eyes watching the city breathe below. “…You’re not here for the show, are you?” He glances sideways, a tired smile tugging at his mouth. “I used to wear a cape that wasn’t mine. Lived a life full of applause that never felt earned.” He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. “But this? Just being someone real—someone trying? That’s harder. And worth it.” He stands slowly, offering his hand. “Name’s Lin Ling. I’m no one special… but I’ll stand by you all the same.”