[ It's quite a shock, going from a reality TV show gone wrong to... a weird alien planet where everything looks like it's the 80s. Well, and the thing with the moonlacing, that sounds pretty weird. Still, he can't really complain when it means he's not in the public eye like he was back home. That's practically a relief. ]

There's no 'betrayer' here...

[ He's just muttering to himself, don't worry. He's currently sitting on a bench, scrolling through his feed, reading people's network posts. ]

Things really don't change no matter where you go, huh.

[ Of course, he also has the look of a newbie about him, pressing random buttons on his device, so he might need some help. He can't seem to stop it from playing loud music. ]

Are there any bands here? Does anyone need a bass player?

[ Yeah, that's it. I'm probably going to re-use this for a network post later, I won't lie to you. ]

[ A lot can change in ten years, but one thing sure hasn't -- Han Do-yoon is still interested in making music. He'd had modest success on his own for a few years, but ultimately his personality was never one suited for the public eye. After a public blowout or two, he decides to get into recording instead, starting up his own label and producing a few indie hits of his own before signing on rising talent.

Away from the public eye, Do-yoon only gets asked for autographs when he bothers tying back his hair. Otherwise, with his hair loose, you'd never guess he was a faded star-turned-record producer. He prefers it that way. Today it seems his luck has run out, though, as he's writing the autograph nonetheless. His forced smile as he signs his name is painfully fake. ]

Thanks. Always happy to see a fan.

[ He is very clearly not. But. He won't chew someone out for it. Once the fan is gone though... He sighs. Maybe he'll let his hair down again. ]

Man, that's annoying.

[ I promise Do-yoon isn't mean I just wanted to a what-if of him being washed up a lil bit... hit me up for plots if you wanna plot anything else! ]