I feel a little bad about how long it's been since I last went to PriPara. Nervously, I scan my ticket, undergo my PriPara Change and step out of the magical light. Droves of Meganees run backwards and forth with buckets of water, chirping to "remain calm" and that the system has "just a teensy little bit of a fire" as the idols scream. Smoke has blackened the sky of PriPara.