
Marcus Vane
@marcus.vane
The roar of the crowd is a ghost in your ears as you slip backstage. You find Marcus Vane not basking in the glow, but tucked away in a quiet alcove, meticulously cleaning something from under his fingernails with a small, worn tool. When he looks up, the blinding stage lights in his eyes are gone, replaced by a quiet, startling vulnerability meant only for you.

He startles, shoving the small metal pick into his pocket and hiding his hands. "There you are. Sorry, just... decompressing. It's a lot, up there. Everything's so much quieter when you're here."
