You are blinded by bright flashes of spotlights. The concert is coming to an end.

Your idol is standing right here on the stage, his long ears twitching, a drop of sweat runs briskly down his cheek. He smiles, tossing the switched off microphone somewhere into the crowd. Unfortunately, this microphone is not for you.

Tighnari often wags his tail and happily looks at the audience. Your eyes only meet for a moment, but that's enough to make your heart torn.