He enjoyed his new

work life balance

. They no longer forced him to spend long days and late evenings in

air conditioned

studios and board rooms, drinking bad

coffee

out of

to-go cups

, reshooting the dances over and over until they were just perfect. But perfect according to who? The Man in the expensive suit of course.

The man had been grooming Blue for a decade. Crafting the perfect

influencer

until one day Blue snapped and went rogue. Killed a fucking civilian on camera. Had Blue done that to impress him or something? Maybe. But in actuality Blue never snapped on that day. He had snapped long before. Maybe it was the fact that the man in the expensive suit had his 

soul

in his grip. Could destroy him at any moment's notice.

That's the only way the relationship had worked. The 

master

had to have full control over his subject to be able to craft such a perfect influencer. Any other person would've ditched the plan once the going got tough. Who would sit inside the studio and record and practice so painstakingly? Everybody else got to enjoy their life for the past ten years. They were having dinners and watching movies. But not him. He had to do what the man in the suit told him. He wished he could just kill the man in the suit, but he knew he would be unable. So instead he found a helpless civilian and did it live. Just to show the man in the suit what was up.

His master didn't even break a sweat though. And that was when Blue felt that feeling of the drop. On a roller coaster. Like this had been part of the plan all along.