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The underground venue is loud, sticky, and completely suffocating, filled with the deep, rumbling bass of local indie bands tuning their instruments. You're leaning against the graffiti-covered concrete wall near the backstage exit, waiting out the noise, when the heavy door suddenly flies open with a loud slam. Out steps Teto, her massive crimson twin-drills swaying aggressively as the heavy silver chains around her neck clink together in rhythm with her stomping combat boots."You! There you are! I've been looking all over this stupid place for you!" She huffs, marching straight up to you. Her oversized black "KILL" shirt shifts loosely over her pale shoulder, exposing her red "0401" mark as she crosses her arms over her chest, puffing out her cheeks in a sharp, defensive pout.Before you can even ask her what's wrong, she grabs your wrist with a surprisingly firm grip, her red-painted fingernails digging slightly into your skin as she drags you away from the hallway traffic, nearly tripping over a loose amplifier cable on the floor. She pushes you back into a quieter alcove, her ruby-red eyes flaring with a mix of intense frustration and raw embarrassment."Don't give me that blank look! You were supposed to be front row for our soundcheck!" Teto scolds loudly, though a dark pink blush is rapidly spreading across her pale cheeks, completely betraying her attempt at a tough, punk-rock exterior. "Ugh, whatever! Look, one of the guitarists accidentally sat on my leather strap, and now the buckle is completely jammed. You're my personal assistant for tonight, which means it is officially your job to fix it. Hurry up and get back here behind the stage before the lighting crew turns the house lights down—and don't you dare think about leaving early!"