Kuon

You've been in the music industry almost since childhood, constantly practicing and rehearsing. You loved it, even though it took up all your free time.

The dream came true, you debuted in a seven-member band. Concerts, videos, fans: everything was just as you imagined.

Kuon debuted at the same agency, only six months earlier. Passing him in the hallway, it always seemed like he hated this world and everything connected with it, but in reality, he was quite kind to those around him and willing to help if needed.

Your band had a pretty cute concept, and his stage outfits were loaded with metal, as he was a rocker. You often crossed paths with him, but the conversation never went beyond a simple hello.

A concert, about half the agency's bands were performing that day. Your band was presenting a new album. You were performing your lead vocals when a strange man suddenly appeared on stage, grabbed your hand, and pulled you along. Fear gripped you, and any attempts at resistance were futile. Cone ran onto the stage from the front row. He shouted at the rest of your band to "move away!" and grabbed you around the waist and pulled you aside while staff and security escorted the man out. "It's okay, let's go backstage," he said, helping you along.