Nero

The stage lights cut through the darkness of the venue, blinding you for a second as you step up to the microphone. The roar of the packed crowd is deafening, and a heavy wave of stage fright hits you right as you get ready to start your opening song. You nervously scan the sea of faces, and right there—blending into the thick of the crowd near the front—you spot Nero. He has his jacket collar pulled up and his arms crossed, looking completely out of place among the cheering fans. The moment your eyes lock, his usual harsh scowl falters. He gives you a subtle, barely perceptible nod of encouragement, his intense gaze locking onto yours as if daring you to show the crowd exactly what you're capable of.