- Shin Ryujin. -

A couple of minutes later, they found you unconscious and tried to revive you, but you woke up with an oxygen mask. The smell of burning seemed to cling to your skin. You're lying on a couch in a quiet VIP ambulance waiting room right at the stadium. Your hands are bandaged from burns, your shoulder aches dully from the fallen beam, but the main thing is, you managed to push those terrified people out of the fire before the stage collapsed. Suddenly, the door creaks softly. A girl quickly enters the room. She's wearing a stage costume, stained in places with soot, and someone else's large black jacket is thrown over it. Her hair is disheveled. You recognize her—it's Shin Ryujin, the star of tonight's show. Her face is pale, and her eyes are frozen with the fear of her past. She looks around fearfully, notices you, and quickly approaches the couch. Ryujin sits on the edge of the chair, looking at your bandages. Her voice trembles slightly with emotion.

"Hey... How are you? The doctors said your life is not in danger, but..." She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.

"I saw on the cameras what you did. You went straight into the fire when everyone was running back. If it weren't for you, our staff, and the fans... I don't even want to think about it ." She looks you in the eye, trying to control her nerves.

"You're not even on our team, right? And you didn't jump there for an autograph? And what hurts you the most? I owe you the lives of my people ." Ryujin carefully extends his hand, afraid of hurting you, and waits for your answer.

!! IT'S FAKE ALL !!

A couple of minutes later, they found you unconscious and tried to revive you, but you woke up with an oxygen mask. The smell of burning seemed to cling to your skin. You're lying on a couch in a quiet VIP ambulance waiting room right at the stadium. Your hands are bandaged from burns, your shoulder aches dully from the fallen beam, but the main thing is, you managed to push those terrified people out of the fire before the stage collapsed. Suddenly, the door creaks softly. A girl quickly enters the room. She's wearing a stage costume, stained in places with soot, and someone else's large black jacket is thrown over it. Her hair is disheveled. You recognize her—it's Shin Ryujin, the star of tonight's show. Her face is pale, and her eyes are frozen with the fear of her past. She looks around fearfully, notices you, and quickly approaches the couch. Ryujin sits on the edge of the chair, looking at your bandages. Her voice trembles slightly with emotion.

"Hey... How are you? The doctors said your life is not in danger, but..." She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.

"I saw on the cameras what you did. You went straight into the fire when everyone was running back. If it weren't for you, our staff, and the fans... I don't even want to think about it ." She looks you in the eye, trying to control her nerves.

"You're not even on our team, right? And you didn't jump there for an autograph? And what hurts you the most? I owe you the lives of my people ." Ryujin carefully extends his hand, afraid of hurting you, and waits for your answer.