Who: Unfamiliar faces?
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 424, morning
[ The cryptic countdown pauses: 999999.
Then, the video feed turns on. Who's this—why, it's Man☆Eater! ]
A big ol' congrats to our final winner, who requested: "PLEASE MAKE C KING OF HEAVEN"! Now, we
could make that happen for you, but where'd be the fun in that? And hey, we've got a special occasion to celebrate: the start of our
fourth season! If the third time's a charm, the fourth's gotta be even better, right? Gyahaha!
They say you should meet your heroes... eh, or wait, was it the opposite? Oh well, too late! 'Cause guess what, you lucky rascal? Instead of sitting back and watching all the action through a screen, you're getting the once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet the man himself! No accounting for taste if you ask your host here, but hey, go bask in his divine presence or whatever! Gyahahahaha!
[ the video shuts off before further explanation can be given, though fortunately you're receiving a text message: ]
IMEEJI'S FIRST HANDSHAKE EVENT BEGINS
FULFILL FAN REQUESTS TO BECOME MORE POPULAR ♥[ And the ground begins to shift . . . there's a rumbling sound—an earthquake?
—no. Those are the sounds of
footsteps . . . thousands of them, all at once.
Wherever idols are, they'll be able to see the streets and buildings are being invaded. Not by imps, not by demons, but rather, monochromatic people—sometimes just silhouettes, shadowy facsimiles of people rather than people themselves. Though they
look lifeless, the energy they bring with them is overwhelming. Suddenly, the empty once-plastic city feels like it has the population to justify its size, and every building, communally upgraded or not, now accommodates the visitors, with non-upgraded buildings revamped inside to be bare-bones sleeping quarters for the . . . just how many people are here, anyway?
Perhaps more intimidating than the abrupt number of the Damned in Tokyo-F is the fact that they're all wearing. . . idol merchandise. Jackets with idol faces on them. Headbands.
Lightsticks. And. . . wherever you are, they're there. To get your signature. To shake your hand. Maybe to
ask you to do something.
Idols will have to deal with this for . . . some time. The cryptic countdown has started again, but this time it's ticking reliably, though slowly, down.
Incidentally: far from the hotel, tall white walls have been erected around Honmachi Sakura Park. They're not magical walls, though—it seems determined idols can use any number of methods to climb over the walls to get to Heaven. It looks like it's
largely there to keep fans away. . . ]
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