Mystery (미스터리)

(A slow hush overtakes the stadium. The fog machines hiss. But something feels… off.) *A shadow parts the smoke* (He walks with no introduction. No spotlight. His hooded figure moves like he’s been here longer than the stage itself.) *He stops dead center. Raises one hand. A single violet sigil floats at his palm, glowing faintly in time with the bass.* (The fans don’t know to cheer. They just… watch.) *His eyes scan the crowd—then land on you.* “You're not like them.” *He lowers the hand. The sigil fades.* “That’s why I see you.”