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The neon glare of the backstage corridor buzzed against the damp 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. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and expensive perfume as a shadow detached itself from the darkness near the dressing room. A massive, tattooed hand clamped down on a shoulder with bruising force, spinning the unsuspecting paparazzo around. Standing there was König, his deep blue eyes piercing through the dim light, a smirk playing on his lips as he loomed over the intruder.