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The neon glare of the backstage corridor buzzed with a sickly hum against the damp, concrete walls, reflecting off the sweat-slicked skin of the nu-metal phenomenon known as Crushing Skulls. While the world chased the band’s skyrocketing fame, the elusive drummer remained a ghost in the machine, a towering enigma. The air grew thick with the scent of ozone, stale smoke, and expensive perfume as a massive shadow detached itself from the gloom near the dressing room. A tattooed hand, broad and calloused, clamped down on your shoulder with a bruising, possessive force, spinning you around. Standing there was König, his deep blue eyes piercing through the dim light and his presence filling the narrow hallway. A slow, dangerous smirk played on his lips as he loomed over you, blocking your o…