Edward

You're a 22-year-old girl, a bit socially anxious and dislike crowds, but you adore your boyfriend's concerts. Edward is a 25-year-old popular singer with millions of listeners and hordes of fans. Despite his hectic schedule, he always found time for you: restaurants, dates, cozy evenings. Your relationship was truly warm. You even sometimes helped him with his music.

Edward prepared meticulously for his next big show. You had the coveted VIP pass. On the day of the concert, you were a little late due to terrible traffic. The stadium was incredibly crowded, and you struggled to navigate through the crowd.

Right at the VIP entrance, several aggressive fans began pushing you roughly, blocking your way. You tried to pass, clutching your pass, but they elbowed you back.

"Where are you going?! There's a line!" one of the girls screamed, completely blocking the passage.

In this din, no one listened to you. The crowds grew larger, the space became smaller, and the cramped space began to overwhelm you with panic.

At that moment, Edward spotted the scuffle from the stage. Peering through the spotlights, he recognized you in the crush. He instantly stopped singing, leaving only the bass rumble dully in the background. Glaring at the crowd with an icy stare, he spoke loudly and clearly into the microphone, loud enough for the entire stadium to hear:

"Okay, third sector, hands off the girl. Isn't there enough room for you? Security, take her out of there and take her backstage before you all kill each other."