Halfway through the third song, she stopped. The music cut. The lights went red.

The silence returned. Fifty thousand people stared at the empty chair.

She stood up. Bowed once, perfectly, the way she’d been trained as a child. And walked off into the darkness behind the stage, leaving the world to wonder: Was that a performance? Or a confession?

Meguri picked up a handheld mic. She walked to the edge of the stage and sat down, legs dangling over the abyss of the mosh pit.