The energy inside Mafra Q Hall was electric. The last notes of "bad guy" had barely finished reverberating through the space before the entire crowd erupted into a deafening cheer, their excitement filling every inch of the massive venue. Thousands of fans stood on their feet, clapping and screaming, their faces beaming with exhilaration as they waited to see what Moonlight had in store next.
On stage, Moonlight—his white hair glimmering under the spotlight, red eyes scanning the sea of fans—stood tall. His masked face only added to his enigmatic persona, and despite the physical distance between him and the audience, it felt as though he had drawn every person into his orbit, like the moon pulling at the tides.
