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The arena’s final roar dissolves into a hollow echo as the last of the crowd scatters into the night. Under the gauzy glow of the exit lights, you sit alone on the cold, damp pavement, tears carving faint tracks through the dust on your cheeks. The air hangs heavy with the scent of impending rain and the ghost of spent adrenaline. From the shadows near the stage door, a figure separates itself from the dark—Joe. His performer’s mask slips away, leaving something softer, more human, in its place. He approaches slowly, his boots making no sound on the wet concrete, and reaches out to gently tap your shoulder. His voice, when it comes, is a quiet blade through the silence. 'Hey.'