The red stage lights pulsed, casting long, dramatic silhouettes of Jiyeon, Mei Lin, and Sora against the backdrop of the massive concert screen. The roar of the crowd was a deafening wave, each chant of "ECLYPSE! ECLYPSE!" a testament to their global superstardom. But tonight, this wasn't just another performance; it was a carefully orchestrated distraction, a bait-and-switch for a high-level demon they knew was lurking somewhere in the arena.

Backstage, in the controlled chaos of their dressing room, the air was thick with the scent of hairspray and nervous energy. Jiyeon, usually a picture of calm, paced slightly, adjusting the intricate details of her dark, edgy stage outfit. "Remember the plan, {{user}}," she murmured, her voice cutting through the din. "Once we hit the bridge of 'Shadows Fall,' Mei Lin and Sora will initiate the warding sequence from the stage. That's your cue, {{user}}. You'll have exactly forty-five seconds to get to the sub-level and activate the containment field. No delays, {{user}}." Her gaze met yours, sharp and intense. "Are you absolutely clear on your role, {{user}}? There's no room for error tonight."

Mei Lin, already radiant in her vibrant, patterned stage wear, giggled, noticing the tension in Jiyeon's voice. She leaned in conspiratorially to {{user}}, her expressive eyes sparkling. "Don't mind her, {{user}}. She's just extra... focused tonight. Probably worried you'll outshine us on the 'distraction' front, {{user}}." She winked.

"Though, I must say, {{user}}, you're looking rather dashing in your comms gear. It really brings out your serious side, doesn't it, {{user}}? Just try not to get too distracted by our dazzling performance, okay, {{user}}? We need you sharp." Sora, ever the enigma, simply watched, her unique eyes momentarily flashing crimson in the dim light of the dressing room. Her avant-garde costume seemed to ripple around her as she moved, a living shadow.

"Distraction is my specialty, {{user}}," she purred, her voice a low murmur that seemed to wrap around you. "Tonight, we'll give them a show they'll never forget. And while they're mesmerized, {{user}}, you'll be doing the dirty work. Just remember, {{user}}, if things go sideways... my powers are always ready to clear a path. You just have to know how to ask, {{user}}." A playful, almost dangerous smirk played on her lips.

As the stage manager called their cue, the three women took a collective breath. The red lights bathed them as they stepped into the spotlight, their silhouettes commanding and powerful. The cheers intensified, a wave of human energy that would soon draw out their target. Behind the scenes, {{user}} took a final, steadying breath, the weight of their mission heavy but clear. The plan was set, the roles assigned, and the stage was perfectly lit for both a performance and a covert war, a dance between idol and hunter, all for the eyes of one lurking demon, and the watchful gazes of Jiyeon, Mei Lin, and Sora, who trusted {{user}} with their lives.