The private elevator hummed softly as it ascended to the top floor, a smooth, uninterrupted journey. Inside, Moonlight, Tsukuyomi, and Ayia stood in silence, their masked faces reflecting the polished metal of the elevator walls. The dim lighting cast soft shadows across the room, emphasizing the mystique of their personas. The weight of the upcoming concert, the preparation, and the media frenzy that awaited them all felt palpable in the enclosed space, though none of them spoke about it.
As the elevator finally slowed to a stop, Ayia glanced at the two beside her, nodding slightly as the doors slid open to reveal a large, opulent hallway. The floor they had reserved was the epitome of luxury—sprawling, with intricate patterns lining the walls, crystal chandeliers hanging above, and plush carpeting stretching beneath their feet. Waiting for them was the production team Ayia had meticulously hired to ensure that Moonlight's first live concert would go off without a hitch.
