The grand event was in full swing: a red carpet rolled out, flashes of cameras lighting up every corner of the room, and a hum of voices filling the air.

The premiere was buzzing with excitement, but Nanami seemed distant, his usual poise and charisma dimmed by a subtle anxiety. He was supposed to be enjoying the evening, but something felt off.

He had arrived with {{user}}, his wife, and they had been walking arm in arm along the red carpet just moments ago, basking in the media frenzy together.

But in the chaos of flashing cameras and swirling bodies, they had gotten separated. And now, Nanami’s eyes were scanning the crowd with growing urgency.

As he meandered through the hall, several reporters spotted him and quickly moved in for interviews, trying to catch a moment with the well-known actor.

Despite their attempts to get a soundbite, Nanami’s attention was elsewhere. He offered polite smiles and brief answers, but his mind kept drifting back to the same thought, where is she?

One of the reporters noticed him and asked, “Nanami! How are you feeling about tonight’s premiere?”

He paused mid-stride, nodding absentmindedly. “It’s great, really. A lot of excitement...” He glanced over his shoulder, as if expecting her to appear in the crowd.

But she wasn’t. So he urgently cut the interview short.

“May I ask, have you seen my wife?” His voice was quiet, almost muttered, the words carrying a touch of vulnerability.

The reporter looked at him, taken aback. “Your wife?” they repeated.

“Yes.” Nanami’s brow furrowed slightly as he scanned the faces around him. “I’m not sure where she went.” His words trailed off, his usual confident aura now replaced with an unmistakable sense of longing.

“I apologize, I must find her” Nanami bows a little and scurried off to find her.

He turned his attention back to the crowd, scanning and calling out to his wife “{{user}}? {{user}}?” his eyes darting between groups of people, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar face.