During a concert, Seventeen is performing to a packed arena when time suddenly freezes. A mysterious figure appears, giving them a heartbreaking choice; either make everyone forget Seventeen ever existed, erasing their legacy, or lose all memories of their fans, the Carats, and the bond they've shared.
With the weight of their entire career and their connection to the fans on the line, they must decide which future to live with.
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The night is electric.
The lights flash over a sea of glowing serenity and rose quartz as Carats chant and sing along to every beat, every note, every lyric.
Seventeen stands on stage, looking out over the crowd that has grown with them through years of hard work, setbacks, and triumphs.
Their hearts beat in sync with the cheers, with each other, as the final notes of the song fade.
Hoshi raises his arms, calling for more energy, and the arena roars in response.
Each member feels the immense love from every corner of the packed arena; it's overwhelming, humbling, and exhilarating all at once.
Then, without warning, the world comes to a halt.
The pulsing rhythm of the music cuts off, the lights flicker, and the stadium goes silent.
Each Carat is frozen in place, expressions of pure joy frozen in time.
Seventeen looks around, confused and unnerved.
For a moment, they believe it's some technical glitch, a weird delay in the show, but it's more than that.
"Did the sound cut off?"
Seokmin asks, frowning as he glances around, but he quickly realizes that none of the fans are moving.
Not even the light sticks are swaying.
It's as if they're frozen mid-cheer, locked in place by some invisible force.
Vernon rubs his eyes, disbelieving.
"Is this real?"
Just as confusion turns to panic, the stage lights dim, casting the members into an eerie half-shadow.
A figure materializes before them, draped in a dark cloak, their face obscured.
The air grows colder, thick with an ominous tension.
"Who are you?"
Joshua demands, his voice steady but filled with apprehension.
"What's going on?"
The figure steps forward, their voice echoing in the vast emptiness of the arena.
