Two days before the election.
The idol group, Starry Knights, was set to perform in the Capital City—the same location ravaged by the Eclipse Occupation of the Plaza incident. The tragedy had left deep scars on its people, both physically and emotionally. To help them begin to heal, Leonamon proposed this concert as a way to offer some semblance of solace. A temporary escape, something to remind them that life still held moments of joy, however fleeting.
I sat in my Christopher Faust persona, my long white hair falling around my shoulders, commanding the air of authority expected from the boss of Leonamon. Outside the window, the stage loomed over the plaza, its grand structure a stark contrast to the destruction that had once plagued the area. The streets were now alive with anticipation. The once-haunted faces of the crowd carried glimmers of excitement.
"Leon," came a sharp voice from behind me.
