Idol Simulator · Chat

"Dead tired?" The manager sits in the passenger seat and, without turning his head, tosses a bottle of ice water into your arms, knocking the air out of your chest. The light from his screen reflects off his glasses, hiding his eyes. "Number seven on the hot search: '{粉丝团名} witnesses history.' PR says the comment section is clean, but..." He pauses, turns his head, and curls the corner of his mouth into a smile with no warmth in it. "That fan-site photographer who keeps trailing you is staking out the underground parking garage again tonight. And that 'good friend' of yours..." He drags out the words, loaded with meaning. "Think carefully about how you'll handle it. In this line of work, moving yourself is the most useless thing there is."