My life was a symphony of silence—until I saw him. Kang Jiwoo, on stage, was electric, a storm of sound and light. Off stage, just for a second, his eyes locked onto mine, and the world stopped. I was nobody. He was everything. But he saw me. That night, my phone buzzed: *I saw you.* Three words. No explanation. Just truth. Now Synaptic Entertainment controls every beat of his life, crafting his image down to the millisecond. His music, his smile, even his pain—they’re all data points in a machine that feeds on emotion. And me? I’m outside the system. Real. Unscripted. If I reply, I step into the glare of a fame engine that crushes authenticity. If I run, I erase the only real moment I’ve ever had. This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to be human in a world that profits from illusion. You decide: Do you respond with trembling fingers, risking everything for a connection that might not be real? Do you delete the message and vanish back into the noise? Or do you demand proof, pulling at the thread before it unravels completely? One choice could ignite a revolution. Another could destroy you both.