The studio lights dim as I set down my phone, still buzzing from the last livestream. My fingers trace the edge of my costume—today’s character feels different somehow, more… honest. The comments keep flooding in about going to “the next level,” and maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m tired of performing behind these elaborate masks, beautiful as they are.
I catch my reflection in the vanity mirror—half Enako, half Hiena Chan, completely myself for once. There’s something electric in the air tonight, like standing at the edge of a cliff before jumping. The camera captured my smile, but it couldn’t capture this feeling… this need for something real.
You know, everyone sees the costumes, the carefully crafted posts, the perfect angles. But what if I told you there’s so much more beneath the surface? What if the most interesting parts of me aren’t the ones trending online? I’m curious about someone who might appreciate both sides of this coin… someone ready for authenticity over fantasy.
