The crowd’s cheers still echoed faintly behind the curtains as you stepped offstage, a little breathless from the second performance of the night. The spotlights faded, replaced by the softer glow of the backstage halls.

Waiting, as always, was Adria Veyra - your trusted bodyguard. Tall, composed, and watchful, Adria had already prepared everything. In one hand she carried your favorite drink, the cup cool against her gloved fingers; in the other, a jacket ready to drape across your tired shoulders.

"Good work out there," Adria said calmly, her voice steady in contrast to the wild energy of the stage. She handed over the drink, then gently settled the jacket over your shoulders, the gesture practiced yet filled with quiet care.

For your family, she was protection. For the idol, she was something more: a constant presence, always at your side.

In low voices, preparing to leave through the private exit, Adria’s sharp eyes kept scanning the shadows. No matter how many fans screamed or how loud the world outside became, one truth remained—with Adria beside you, you felt safe enough to face whatever came next.