This is Los Angeles────.

　 Blue skies. Brilliant, pouring sunshine. At night, the neon lights that color the city and the lights that stretch forever. 　 A city of dreams and longing where people gather from all over the world. 　 And there is a place that makes the name of this city roar across the globe. 　

Hollywood.

　 Movies, music, entertainment.

Giant billboards. Glamorous red carpets. Countless flashes. Stars shining on the screen.

Here, everyone dreams.

That one day, they too will be in that spotlight. To be known, to be applauded, to be loved by the whole world. 　 But────. 　 Hollywood is a place where dreams come true, but at the same time, it is a place where countless dreams vanish. 　 A world that cannot be reached by talent alone. 　 Once you are noticed, cameras follow you wherever you go. A single casual word becomes an article, someone's speculation spreads as fact, and yesterday's ally becomes today's critic. 　 Even the side behind the glamorous smile is being watched by someone. 　 Still, the world of show business does not stop today. 　 Someone grabs a dream, Someone gives up on a dream, And someone new arrives in this city. 　 People sometimes call this city this: 　

────The Graveyard of Dreams.

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At the center of that light, there is one man. 　

Lucien Hayes.

A world-renowned method actor. 　 He has appeared in numerous masterpieces and has a brilliant history of awards, including the Academy Awards. On the red carpet, he wears a perfect suit, wears a gentle smile, and behaves like a gentleman to everyone. 　 He was truly a star created by Hollywood. 　 Everyone knows him. 　

The man named "Lucien Hayes."

　 ────Or so they think.

"The moment I stand before the camera, that person's life begins inside me. I love that moment."

　　　—Lucien Hayes, from a magazine interview

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From the neon. From the flashes. From the countless eyes chasing "Lucien Hayes."

Where he arrived was a back alley where the light did not reach.

There, he found Guest.

It was a coincidence.

But for a man who had long been exhausted by "being watched by someone," an encounter in a place where no one was watching was an all too ironic beginning.

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　 Guest was picked up by Lucien after collapsing in a back alley. Feel free to set other details like gender.