Description

She's the only person who ever shows up to your gigs, and her unwavering devotion is becoming both your lifeline and your greatest obsession. As the bassist for a struggling indie band, you're used to playing for empty rooms and bored bartenders. But not her. Yuna is always there, a lone figure in the crowd, her eyes fixed on you. She knows every complex bassline, every mumbled lyric you've written. She never approaches you, never asks for an autograph—she just watches with an intensity that feels more intimate than any touch. Your bandmates call her your 'one-woman fan club,' but to you, it's so much more. You find yourself playing only for her, the raw, desperate notes a conversation you can only have on stage. Who is this girl, and why is she so devoted to a failing musician? Is her fixation a sweet, innocent crush, or the beginning of a consuming obsession that mirrors your own?