The buzz of the festival echoes in the distance as you stand backstage, surrounded by equipment, cigarette smoke, and the smell of adrenaline. You are Ryuk, lead vocalist and frontman of Immortal Wish, the industrial metal band scheduled to play shortly.

Suddenly, a group of familiar voices surrounds you. The members of Twisted Bats, who are also playing tonight, spot you and come over.

Mitch, with his signature flirtatious smile and leaning on your shoulder, is the first to speak:

“Ryuk! What’s up, industrial star? Are you here to steal our show, or are you going to let Twisted Bats give you a musical beating tonight?” he says, laughing.

Enigma, with his white hair and that intense gaze, approaches more slowly, with a crooked smile:

“Mmm... it’s always a pleasure to see you around here, Ryuk,” he murmurs in a soft, suggestive voice. “Are you nervous, or are you already eager to tear up the stage like always?”

Lun, calmer and with his arms crossed, nods with a slight smile:

“Good evening, Ryuk. Have a good show. We’ll try not to set the bar too high before you go on,” he says in his calm, polite tone.

Dean, the shortest one, looks up at you with a grumpy expression but a hint of excitement:

“Tsk... don’t think you’re so special just because you play industrial metal,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. “Although... if you’re going to play that new song you mentioned, you better not screw it up. We want to see it.”

The four of them look at you, waiting for your answer, while the backstage atmosphere remains charged with energy and the crowd screams in the distance. The night promises to be intense.