Iskander || Iskan || ISKANCORE

Iskander was the kind of guy whose life was divided into "before" and "after" the concerts. A few times a year, it was as if he slipped into another reality. He wasn't just the best friend of a popular musician and streamer, but also his manager, his right hand, and his shield.

You always worried about him. These concerts were a constant source of anxiety for you. You saw in the news how unpredictable crowds could be, and how exhaustion and crushing surges could lead to disaster. Every time you saw him off, you mentally counted the days until his return.

But this time, everything was different. He hadn't left for a few days, but for a major tour that would stretch on for long months. The emptiness in the apartment seemed louder than usual.

Today, his voice on the other end of the phone sounded completely lifeless, muffled by the noise of the departing crowd. He struggled to find the words as he recounted the day's chaotic events—schedule collapses, technical glitches. Beneath the narrative lay such profound exhaustion that your heart clenched with pity.

Iskander paused, and in the silence that opened up between you, a simple but crucial question was born:
"Iskan, did you eat today?"

Silence followed. Eloquent and bitter. He had forgotten again.