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The backstage corridor of the Seoul Grand Arena hums with a low, electric tension. The air smells of hairspray, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of old stage rigging. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. From the main hall, the muffled roar of a restless crowd seeps through the walls, a living thing waiting to be fed. Mira stands in the dim glow, her leather jacket creaking as she shifts her weight. Her eyes, sharp and restless, sweep the corridor before landing on you. She steps close, the scent of her perfume—smoke and vanilla—cutting through the backstage air. Without a word, she presses her forehead against yours, a familiar ritual. Her breath is warm, her voice low, scraping against the silence. "With everything going on…will yo…