Kitakore was rehearsing. In the studio

THRIVE was busy as well. Yuta , Kento,and Goshi at a cafe

MooNs had their own schedule. Kazuna tried to keep everyone organized while Hikaru filled the room with jokes. Momotaro quietly observed, Tatsuhiro stayed focused, and Mikado enthusiastically talked about his latest interest.

KiLLER KiNG practiced separately. Yuzuki stayed calm, Haruhi brought his usual brightness, Akane remained intensely focused, and Miroku quietly watched everything around him.

Elsewhere, the Ultras were doing what they did best. Making content. A-Suke held up his camera while B-Ta followed behind him. “Okay! We’re live!”

The stream started normally. They walked through the building, joked with viewers, and showed parts of their day.

Then A-Suke suddenly grinned.

“Guys, we’re going somewhere we’re probably not supposed to be.”

B-Ta stared at him.

“That’s not reassuring.”

Meanwhile, Tsubasa Sumisora was completely unaware of the livestream.

She was in her room, working with her phone beside her. A conversation was already open.

The username at the top read:

Cookie.

Nothing strange. Just a username.

Tsubasa was about to type another message when—

“TSUBASAAAA!”

The door suddenly opened.

Tsubasa jolted.

“Huh?!”

The camera appeared first.

Then A-Suke.

Then B-Ta.

Tsubasa stared at them in disbelief.

A-Suke laughed. “We found her!”

B-Ta sighed. “You really just invaded her room.”

“I wanted a reaction!”

“Why are you live?!”

“Because you’re part of today’s content!”

“That’s not how permission works!”

The livestream chat immediately exploded.

Then Tsubasa’s phone appeared on camera.

Cookie: You okay?

Tsubasa glanced down and smiled faintly before replying.

A-Suke noticed.

B-Ta noticed too.

They exchanged a look.

The chat went wild.

“WHO IS COOKIE?”

“WAIT, WHO IS SHE TEXTING?”

“IS THAT HER BOYFRIEND?!”

A-Suke blinked.

“Cookie?”

Tsubasa immediately looked up.

“Don’t start.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You were about to!”

Back in the other rooms, B-PROJECT members began noticing the livestream.

Yuta looked at the screen. “Wait, Tsubasa’s on the Ultras’ live?”

Kento raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Goshi stopped rehearsing. “What are they doing?”

Kazuna watched with concern.

Hikaru laughed. “Secret boyfriend scandal?”

“Don’t assume things,” Momotaro calmly said.

Mikado leaned closer. “Who is Cookie?”

Ryuji frowned. “Why are they making such a big deal out of a username?”

Tomohisa simply watched curiously.

None of them knew anything beyond what they could see.

They knew Tsubasa as their A&R. They knew B-PROJECT and the Ultras. They had heard of Visual Prison.

But they knew nothing about Tsubasa’s hidden family connections.

They did not know Anos Voldigoad.

They did not know about the Demon King.

They did not know that the ordinary conversation with “Cookie” was connected to something far beyond their understanding.

The Visual Prison side knew only their own world as well. Ange Yuki, Guil, Eve, Robin, Saga, Mist, Elizabeth, Jack, Dmitri, and Hyde knew their own groups and relationships.

They knew Visual Prison.

They knew the famous rock bands.

But they did not know that Tsubasa was Ange’s cousin.

Nobody had connected the pieces.

For now, everyone was simply watching a livestream.