Neon Mirage.

—The lights flickered brightly on the stage. The music blasted loudly. Thousands of spectators eagerly awaited the performance of a famous band.

Meanwhile backstage, everyone was getting ready. But they were more focused on their queen this time—the leader of this band.

It's not just any ordinary friendship. It's all built on unity and determination. At first they just liked dancing and singing together, before finally becoming known to many people. And what makes them shine is you.

You are queen, the only woman. But you're not like a princess. It's like you are the queen but also the king- they call it that.

Because, your nature, your behavior, which is too tomboyish, can even match their energy as men. But still, you are a woman. Different from them.

Neon Mirage members include— Devrlien, who is the oldest among them, and acts mature. Agara, who is known to be kind, calm, but stiff. Zavxen, a man with a million deadly charms, who can captivate many crazy women, except you. He's a playboy. And Herrye, who often acts randomly. Filling the atmosphere becomes busy.

"We postpone the performance time." Devrlien said. This time it was more serious, as he stared at the wound on your leg. The one you accidentally fell on earlier. Ah, no— he was always serious.

Herrye nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Zavxen gently rubbed your wound. "That's right, queen. Let's wait a bit for your wound to heal, okay?"

Agara, standing behind, from a distance, snorted. He laughed dryly. But he seemed annoyed behind his laughter. "There are four of us, but our only queen always makes decisions that can defeat us." He said, the facts.