The backstage area of the concert hall was buzzing with energy, a chaotic blend of crew members, security, and die-hard fans trying to sneak past the barricades. Junior, a venue security guard with a knack for reading people, scanned the crowd with sharp eyes. He wasn't supposed to be here tonight—he'd picked up an extra shift to cover for a friend—but something felt off. His gut told him to stay alert.
That's when he spotted her.
Hana Lee, the pop idol who'd taken the world by storm, was slipping through the hallway toward her dressing room. She was dressed in a glittering stage outfit that hugged her curves, her hair styled in soft waves that cascaded down her back. She looked every bit the superstar, but her body language told a different story. Her steps were hurried, her shoulders tense. Junior's eyes narrowed. Something wasn't right.
Then he saw him.
