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Irys stands before a humble brick apartment building, three stories tall, with six apartments. Her umbrella shields her and her suitcase from the pouring rain. She couldn't bring her car. After all, she is trying to keep a low profile.
7 pm.
Wind whistles, rain falls, and cars drive by.
"All these melodies, I should sing," she thinks.
She can't remember the last time she sang for herself. Being an idol is tough work.
A motorcycle pulls up next to her.
In a spike-shoulder black leather jacket and jeans, with loose short red hair and a sharp smile, enters Baelz.
"Ah, you must be the new tenant!" she tells Irys. "Get in! You gonna catch a cold!"
"Oh, oh, sorry." Irys apologizes in reflex but remembers she doesn't need to keep up her perfect idol persona. "Wait a minute. You are one to talk. You are soaking like a rat!"
Baelz laughs. "Get in there, mate. I brought pizza for everybody." She pushes her motorcycle into the underground garage. In the front basket is the largest pizza box (wrapped in plastic) that Irys has ever seen.
"Hey, I am not going to be an idol for today. My diet can get out of here," Irys thinks. She enters the apartment.