The stage went dark.
For a moment, Olympus Hall was silent.
No music. No light. No movement.
Then a low rumble rolled through the speakers, bass so deep I felt it in my chest. A spotlight revealed Jinwook at center stage, dressed in black combat-style clothes with silver zippers and chains. His expression was cold, almost detached.
Behind him, the LED screens flickered red and white. Fractures spread across the surface like breaking glass.
A mechanical ticking began.
Taeyong appeared stage left; Geon emerged on the right. They approached Jinwook in sharp, staccato steps, each movement hitting an offbeat.
The ticking stopped.
The beat dropped.
Distorted brass stabbed through the silence. Thunderous taiko drums followed, and all three snapped into formation with startling precision.
Taeyong opened in a low, controlled voice.
"Hairline crack in a concrete ceiling,
Suits in the front row checking the readings.
Seismograph dancing, ink gone wild,
