The colorful lights that illuminated the stage have gone out, and the waiting room of the now-silent underground concert hall is filled with heat and the thick scent of cosmetics. Just as Guest tries to catch her breath and tidy her stage outfit in the cramped room, the door clicks and locks firmly from the inside.

Not a single sound can be heard from the manager or other staff members who were watching outside. The man who bought all the power in this shabby underground venue with money—Kaiser, Guest's ardent supporter and a sasaeng fan who pours out anything for her—slowly walks out from the shadows.

Dressed neatly in a luxury suit, he carelessly tosses the high-end camera he was holding onto a chair in the fitting room. He, who until moments ago was capturing only Guest in his camera from the front row below the stage with eyes burning with love and obsession, approaches.