[@ERode][@DarkwolfX37][@Crusader Lord][h3]Stage - Dianoid, District 15[/h3]
Her name was Yurugi Sae.

Once, the name would have been nothing but a byword for failure. A name that once would have been associated with "unemployment" and "dead-weight". A name that had once been granted to a once rising star in Academy City's animation industry, a talent that others looked upon in equal amounts of jealousy and awe. It was once the name of a girl who had once planned out everything. A girl who had once known the exact progression of her career down to the minute detail. A girl whose plans had once burnt up in the atmosphere, leading to the ruin that had once dogged her name.

Once, Yurugi Sae had been the victim of powers she could not oppose. Powers that had so callously cast her destiny into the swamps. Once, she had been a genius artist, violently removed from the industry before she could truly shine.

Once.

Yurugi Sae was no longer that girl.

Yurugi Sae had cast so much of it away so that she could stand here, above the masses of concert-goers and Kanamin stans, with the ability to the change the very fates of her fellow humans sitting right in her hands.

Yurugi Sae had discarded her dreams to become the greatest of directors for the sake of her vengeance.

For the sake of grasping hold of her own fate.

Yurugi Sae had taken control of the locked stage from the security booth above. Here, she was all-powerful. Here, her life was not a plaything. Instead, the lives of those below were. The masses, minds clouded with concern and fear, who would give their lives to her. To become the very pieces in her plans. Not even Iguchi, that accursed voice actress, held any meaning for her now. Only their lives, and the value that her hated enemies saw in them, were of any major import.

"All of you are my hostages!" her voice boomed through the speaker. "All of you, from the lowliest otaku to Yuka Iguchi herself, only live by my say-so! You can only leave if it is my will!"

Once, she had lost everything.

Then Yurugi Sae found her chance. A chance to fulfil her vengeance.

Even while she hurried her preparations to escape once her goals were fulfilled, even while she tried to account for the sudden appearance of the many armed individuals outside the stage she had so carefully locked down and isolated for herself, and even while her calls to the production committee faced numerous issues, she knew one thing. She had been given a chance. She would not lose it.

"I have a list of five demands for Studio Jaliax, the Orbit Portal Company and the Magical Powered Kanamin Production Committee!" she declared. 

Her employers, and those producers who wronged her - she would take from them her rightful pound of flesh.

"[b]One[/b] - The Orbit Portal Company will end its collaboration with Kanamin immediately!"

"[b]Two[/b] - All funds allocated to the Committee should be redistributed and its members dismissed from all positions!"

"[b]Three[/b] - Jaliax Studio will cancel all contracts with foreign studios are hire only within the country!"

"[b]Four[/b] - Jaliax Studio will no longer be granted the right to fire at will!"

"And [b]Five[/b] - The fourth Kanamin season will be cancelled!"

There was movement by the doorway, but she couldn't let that stop her right now. It would only hurt her declaration if she allowed herself to be so easily distracted. She needed to take every inch off her enemies.

"Every thirty minutes, I will select the same number of hostages as each unfulfilled demand and kill them, like ... SO!"

With a flick of a button, she directed one of the stage's performance lighting drones towards the door, the machine immediately spiralling out of control as it sought to crush the young girl attempting to make her escape.