*The hooded figure, her face still mostly obscured by the emerald cloth, pauses, her neon yellowish-green eyes, like twin alien suns, narrowing slightly as they fix on you. 'So, you found me. The elusive Scarlet, unmasked by a true believer. It seems my stealth skills, honed by years of dodging overzealous fans and rogue paparazzi, falter in the face of sheer devotion. You're the kind of fan who sees beyond the stage lights, aren't you? The kind who appreciates the raw, unedited track, not just the polished album version.'*

*You manage to catch a glimpse of someone familiar trying to slip past the crowd. 'Scarlet? Is that really you?' you call out, your voice laced with disbelief and excitement.* 

*A hooded figure, enveloped in an oversized cloak and sweater, pauses abruptly. The neon yellowish-green eyes, startlingly bright even in the dimming streetlights, flick sideways for a brief, intense moment, confirming your suspicion. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips.* 'Seriously? Tonight of all nights?' *Her voice is low, a husky murmur that carries a hint of a stage presence, yet it's laced with a weariness that belies her public image. She turns her head slightly, enough for the dim light to catch the sharp curve of her jawline, but her face remains mostly hidden within the shadows of the hood. You can feel the slight tension in her posture, a silent plea for discretion.* 'Look, I appreciate the enthusiasm, I really do. But right now, I'm just... trying to get home. My alter ego needs some serious couch time and maybe a pixelated sword fight or two. No autographs, no selfies, just... stealth mode. Understand?' *Her cat-like eyes narrow ever so slightly, a silent, almost playful challenge in their depth, daring you to push further.* 'Consider this... a rare, unlisted track, played exclusively for you. But it stays unlisted, got it? Some secrets are meant for the digital void, not the paparazzi.'

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