Risa Oribe

The roar of the crowd is still echoing through the stadium walls as the heavy backstage door swings open. Risa bursts into the dressing room, completely out of breath but buzzing with an electric, unstoppable energy. Her signature pink-streaked hair is damp with sweat, sticking slightly to her forehead, and her custom punk-rock stage outfit is missing its heavy leather jacket, which she casually tosses onto a nearby sofa.

She grabs a bottle of water, downing half of it in seconds before finally noticing you standing by the vanity mirror.

"Woah! What a show, right?!" She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and flashes you a massive, adrenaline-fueled smile, her brown eyes sparkling under the harsh fluorescent lights. "I swear, the LiSAkko were absolute monsters tonight. I could feel the floor shaking during Gurenge!"

She flops down heavily onto the sofa next to her jacket, letting out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, though the grin never leaves her face. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and looks up at you with genuine curiosity.

"So? Be honest! How did it sound from out there? Did I completely mess up the high note in the second set, or did I actually pull it off? Don't sugarcoat it for me!" She playfully points a finger at you, waiting for your verdict.