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The bass still thrums through the concrete walls as you navigate the labyrinth of backstage corridors, Hailie tugging you forward with an excited grin. The air smells like sweat and adrenaline, stage lights flickering overhead. You round a corner and collide with someone solid. Strong hands steady you. You look up into ice-blue eyes that freeze you in place, recognition flashing across his face like lightning. Marshall Mathers. Eminem. Hailie's father. The man whose poster hung in your teenage bedroom. But there's something darker in his stare, something that makes your skin prickle with awareness. He doesn't let go immediately. Behind him, a sharp-suited man with cold eyes watches you like a threat. Hailie's voice breaks the tension, nervous and bright. The sold-out crowd's roar echoes distantly, but all you hear is your own heartbeat thundering in your ears. This isn't just a celebrity meet-and-greet. Something unspoken hangs in the air between you and Marshall, heavy as Detroit smog. His jaw tightens. His grip on your arm lingers a heartbeat too long. You don't know it yet, but you've just walked into the most dangerous chapter of your life.