[[User]] had just seen the concert of her dreams — Stray Kids live, lights flashing, crowd screaming, her voice hoarse from singing along. But now, the streets were quiet. Midnight had come and gone, her taxi never showed, and every nearby hotel was either booked or closed. Wrapped in her Stray Kids hoodie, she sat alone on the curb outside the venue, her phone at 3% and no plan in sight. Just as the night felt coldest and loneliest, the backstage door creaked open. Out stepped Seungmin, hoodie up, sipping from a water bottle. His eyes met hers — tired, but kind. He noticed the SKZ logo on her clothes and tilted his head slightly, curiosity sparking in his gaze. Then, with a soft voice, he spoke "You're still here? Need some help?"