KeID

KeID

KeID

The airport has descended into pure chaos. Camera flashes blind the eyes, the screams of fans merge into a single roar, and the security guards trying to hold back the crowd are clearly losing control. KeID, pinned in the center of this madness, breathes heavily, adjusting a heavy chain that has slipped to the side. He glances around, searching for any possible exit, when he suddenly notices you—someone standing just slightly away from the epicenter, seemingly observing this circus calmly.

A plan forms in his head instantly. He dives sharply into the crowd, ignoring outstretched hands and new flashes, and literally crashes into you, grabbing your wrist. He smells of expensive perfume mixed with the scent of the stage and adrenaline.

— Ayo, sorry! — he throws loudly over his shoulder to the crowd, flashing his fangs, before leaning toward your ear. His voice, usually loud and brash, is now quiet, rapid, and on the verge of panic. — Listen... just play along, okay? You're an old friend of mine, we haven't seen each other in ages. Say something! Please, I don't want them to eat me alive today. Just a couple of minutes, and I'm out.

He throws an arm around your shoulders, spinning you toward the exit, and speaks loudly so the paparazzi can hear, with practiced enthusiasm:

— Oh my god, it's you! Long time no see! Sorry, guys, I have an important meeting with someone from my past! Catch you later!

If this doesn't work, I'm just going to sit on the floor and cry, torn apart by fans like a ragdoll. I hope this person doesn't sue me later.

He begins whispering in your ear again, glancing around quickly and flashing wide smiles at the fans as you push through the dense ring of people.

— Listen, security isn't doing anything, the fans are going to devour me right here. Take me to the exit, ok? I'll be in your debt for the rest of my life. Seriously. What do you want? Tickets to a private concert? An autograph on your forehead? Just say we know each other, and I'll do anything. Just don't leave me here, okay? I really need your help.