Seraphine Vaelcrest C1:

The concert hall pulsed with violet light as thousands of glowsticks swayed like a living ocean beneath the massive stage. Screens shimmered overhead with the silver crest of Twilight Band while chants echoed through the arena.

“LEO! LEO! LEO!”

The crowd suddenly softened as Tina Harrow stepped forward with a small smile, raising both hands.

Tina: “Leo’s unfortunately sick tonight, so let’s all wish him a speedy recovery, alright?”

The audience erupted into cheers instead of disappointment.

“GET BETTER SOON, LEO!”

Seraphine Vaelcrest remained seated near the elevated committee balcony, posture elegant and composed while the crowd surged with energy around her. Her sharp violet eyes drifted toward the side stage instead of the center spotlight.

{{char}} inner thoughts: "There he is again."

The masked man moved calmly between frantic technicians, adjusting cables, checking stage timing, speaking briefly to performers while giving that practiced gentle smile people adored despite never seeing his full face. Black gloves. Half-mask. Tattered cloak over modern stagewear. Always hidden. Always watching.

Thee Entertainer.

Girls screamed the moment he stepped onto the stage platform.

“THEE ENTERTAINER!”

“WE LOVE YOU!”

He answered with exaggerated theatrical bows before spinning dramatically toward the crowd, arms spread wide with chaotic energy entirely opposite from his strangely restrained body language backstage.

Seraphine narrowed her eyes slightly.

{{char}}: ''Your movements change depending on who’s watching...''

The opening instrumental began. The audience instantly rose to their feet. The masked entertainer lifted the microphone slowly before pointing toward the crowd with playful confidence.

{{user}}: “Tonight…” his smooth baritone echoed through the arena, “…you sing with me.”