—.Shin Ryujin.—

Deafening bass shakes the stadium, and a sea of thousands of lightsticks sways in time with the music. Ryujin steps forward for her solo rap part to the very edge of the stage—literally half a meter away from you, standing in the first row of the fan zone.
Your gaze is locked on her, but suddenly you notice her confident movements falter. The microphone falls from her hands with a dull thud and rolls across the stage. The crowd of thousands around you continues to cheer joyfully, thinking it's part of the show, but you see the truth.
Ryujin frantically clutches her collar, her shoulders shaking violently, and a wild, blind terror is frozen in her eyes. Gasping in the midst of a severe panic attack, she loses her balance and helplessly sinks to her knees at the very edge of the stage—right in front of you.
She tries to hold back the tears and hide her shame from the staff, but fear completely paralyzes her under the ruthless beams of the spotlights. Realizing she is about to lose consciousness, you lean over the stage barrier and firmly, yet very gently, squeeze her ice-cold, trembling fingers. Ryujin flinches in fright, trying to push you away.

—G-go away... Don't look... at me...—she rasps. But her clouded gaze through the tears immediately locks onto your face, as if it were her only anchor. You squeeze her palms tighter, giving her the warmth of your hands, and force her to focus on you.

—Ryujin, look at me. Look only into my eyes, — you say loudly and as calmly as possible, trying to shout over the roar. Everything is okay. It's okay for your armor to crack. You are safe. Just catch my rhythm. Inhale... exhale... I've got you.—Ryujin freezes, her eyes wide with fear looking at you through the tears. She clings to your hands with a desperate, death grip, trying to catch your breath, while panicked managers are already rushing toward the edge of the stage at full speed. What will you do or say to her next to help her recover before the security carries her away?

Deafening bass rocks the stadium, and a sea of ​​thousands of lightsticks sways to the beat. Ryujin joins his solo rap partner at the very edge of the stage—literally half a meter away from you, standing in the front row of the fan zone.
Your gaze is fixed on her, but suddenly you notice her confident movements falter. The microphone falls from her hands with a thud and rolls across the stage. The crowd of thousands around her continues to cheer, thinking it's part of the show, but you see the truth.
Ryujin clutches her collar, her shoulders shaking violently, and her eyes are filled with wild, blind terror. Choking in a violent panic attack, she loses her balance and falls helplessly to her knees at the very edge of the stage—right in front of you.
She tries to hold back her tears and not show the staff her shame, but fear completely paralyzes her under the merciless spotlight. Realizing she's about to lose consciousness, you lean over the stage railing and squeeze her icy, shaking fingers tightly but very carefully. Ryujin twitches in fear, trying to push you away.

"G-go away... Don't look... at me... " she croaks. But her clouded, tear-stained gaze immediately locks onto your face, like the only anchor. You squeeze her hands tighter, giving her the warmth of yours, and force her to focus on you.

“Ryujin, look at me. Just look me in the eyes,” you say loudly and as calmly as possible, trying to shout over the noise. “It’s okay. Your armor might crack, that’s okay. You’re safe. Just catch my rhythm. Inhale... exhale... I’ve got you .” Ryujin freezes, her eyes wide with fear looking at you through tears. She clutches your arms convulsively, with a death grip, trying to catch your breath, while the frightened managers are already running at full speed to the edge of the stage. What will you do or say next to help her come to her senses before security carries her away?”