Looking past burning skies,

I can see, the rage within your eyes,

But I—will never leave your side.

A soothing voice filled the entire arena as Angel Biscuit sang. Anyone who heard her voice unconsciously smiled as their hearts swayed to the music.

Hando looked towards the center stage, forgetting to close his mouth as he listened to the beautiful voice that accompanied an extremely satisfying musical track.

A tear traveled freely down one of his cheeks, but he could hardly care less.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

Bjorn broke his former boss out of his trance to save him some grace.

“This is too much. What is she doing here? Her song and singing is good enough to compete with the epitome of entertainment.”

Hando couldn’t help but mutter in astonishment.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong sir.”

Hando looked at Bjorn as if he were crazy. He had been in the business for decades, it was impossible for his judgement to be wrong.

“It’s true that her singing is that good, and the song is that good as well, but she’s just a cover artist.”

At this point, Hando became incredibly perplexed.

“I see… well the original artist must be incredibly grateful that this talented young woman is covering their music.”

Sometimes this is just the way the world worked.

Even if someone came up with an ingenious song, if they didn’t have the talent to back it up then they would remain forever unknown. In this case, they were fortunate to have this woman sing their songs for them.

Bjorn couldn’t help but laugh when he heard this statement.

Out of everyone in the world, there probably wasn’t anyone who understood Hando’s thought process better than Bjorn. At this point he had to correct him.

“It’s not that. I would be surprised if the original artist even knew this woman was covering his music. You might not know this, but the original singer is a young man known as Kohi Demon. That man is the idol of the singer you see before you.”

Realization soon hit Hando once he connected the names together.

Angel Biscuit… Kohi Demon… Isn’t her stage name just a mirror of the other name?

“I’m sure you can see why her stage name is Angel Biscuit?”

Bjorn grinned before standing up.

His break had been long enough and he soon needed to get back to work. While customers got to enjoy this beautiful performance, the employees still needed to attend to their needs.

“W-Wait.”

Hando called out to Bjorn once he noticed him getting up.

“Who’s better? The original, or the cover?”

After hearing this, Bjorn gave a wry smile as he glanced at the beautiful woman singing to her hearts content with the beat. The audience was completely caught up in her performance at this point.

“Rumors say that there’s no contest. The original. However, very few people have ever heard Kohi Demon sing. Those who have heard him are rumored to never be the same again. It was good to see you again Sir Hando, I’ll be around to chat later if you’re still here.”

With that, Bjorn gave a deep bow full of respect and resumed his duties, leaving Hando alone with his thoughts.

As the crowd became enthralled with Angel Biscuit’s performance, so too did those in the private rooms. Many of these rooms had been reserved for this very moment, and each of them unanimously used the feature that enabled them to watch the center stage.

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Just a few minutes before the performance started, a lengthy monthly report was still ongoing in room one. This type of report might put some people to sleep, especially some sort of flippant young master—however, that was anything but the case.

Each time Bennon began a new subject and went over each detail, the young man on the couch paid attention with scrutiny. Afterall, this was his business, and he managed it with a very careful eye.

This nightclub had an incredible reputation for many reasons.

From the atmosphere, the music, the security, and even the VIP guests that reveled within, everything was curated and planned by these two individuals. Naturally, the one with the final say was the young man on the couch.

“Due to our thoughts of expansion, there’s a list of new hires that we would need to interview. You’ll have to pick a day that works for you in order to make the final say.”

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Bennon glanced at the couch across from him, waiting for a reply.

“Did you already do a preliminary investigation on the new hires? I don’t want to waste my time on rubbish. You know how insidious people can be.”

Bennon nodded.

“We’ve done all that we could in terms of their history. As for their core values, it’ll come down to you to weed through the trash and the diamonds.”

“Alright, alright. We’ll handle this… Hmm, how about five days from now. Same time as always. If they can’t make that then there’s no point in waiting for their response, just blacklist them.”

Bennon scribbled some notes down before he continued down the list of business decisions. Just as he was about to speak, the music from the arena died down.

“Oh yes, we have our guest singer tonight. She’s quite good.”

Bennon gestured towards the center stage where a beautiful woman came into view. Hearing this, the young man became intrigued and got up from the couch.

He had worked with Bennon for quite some time, and he knew that the performer would have to be extraordinary in order to receive that type of compliment. He approached the see-through wall and folded his arms across his chest—waiting.

Soon, a familiar beat began, which caused the young man to raise his eyebrows.

“Interesting.”

He said only this before increasing the volume slightly and returning to his couch.

“Alright, let’s speed this up. What’s next?”

Bennon beamed once he detected the attitude shift from his boss.

With a chuckle he attacked the list with renewed vigor. Every now and then, both of them would close their eyes and let the music seep into their bones.

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Time flew by, and with each passing song the duo slowly got through the entire report. Once all business matters were taken care of, they both exited the room to enjoy the rest of the performance in full view.

Outside each private room was a balcony, and the young man was currently leaning his back against the wall. Arms across his chest, he listened to the beautiful melody that ceaselessly flowed from the arena.

Soon the song came to an end.

“Thank you for listening, I hope this music reaches as many hearts as possible, in the same way that it reached my own.”

Angel Biscuit bowed slightly towards the crowd. Just as she turned away, someone in the audience cried out to her.

“One more song!”

This seemingly innocent cry was made out of excitement, but in the next moment in turned into a rumbling chant that shook the entire stadium.

“One more song!”

“One more song!”

At this point, the crowd didn’t care whether or not she repeated a song, or even just sang in general. They simply just wanted to listen to her for a little while longer.

With this kind of attention, the woman’s cheeks flushed and she put her hand to her chest. She waved her hand to try and control the crowd. After a few seconds, everyone held their breath and waited for her next words.

“I don’t… I don’t have a proper song to sing, but I do have one that means a lot to me. It doesn’t have music though, and it’s not exactly complete. Do you still want me to sing?”

Although she asked out of nervousness, the answer was uniform. The audience cheered and cried out in unison.

“YES!”

She waved her hands once more and everyone either swiftly quieted themselves, or they were forced into silent submission by their neighbors.

She soon began to hum a tune that came from her memories.

It was a tune that she sung to herself every day when she was alone, or when the pressure of life weighed heavily on her shoulders. It was this song that she desperately wished to be completed so that she could share it with the world.

After a few seconds, she found the comforting feeling that she knew so well and sung her heart out.

Wherever you go, I’ll go—

This life is nothing, without you.

Her voice echoed out into the silence as it reached her entire audience, including the young business owner spectating from the balcony.

“Very Interesting.”

He repeated the word, this time with a smile on his face. He turned to the panel that was along the wall, and soon a slow-paced track played in the center stage.

Although this caused some brief confusion for Angel Biscuit, she soon realized that the music playing was the exact tune that she was just humming to. A wave of excitement and exhilaration swept over her and she threw herself into the sweet sound of song.

“Bennon, I’ll be heading out now. Be sure to give this track to the young lady down there before she goes.”

The young man walked away, waving his hand goodbye, once again without turning back.

Bennon smiled and cast his attention back towards the stage. While everyone else was enjoying this young woman’s performance, Bennon was looking forward to something much greater.

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Angel Biscuit continued to sing the beautiful melody on the center stage. She knew that the song was going to come to an end soon, but this was because she only had this portion of the song available to her.

However, she still hoped for something special.

This hope was spawned from two things. The first was the fact that someone played this track as soon as she started singing.

What were the odds that this music track synchronized so well with the lyrics?

The second reason was due to a rumor that she heard long ago. This rumor was the sole reason why she performed in the nightclub monthly.

The rumor that Kohi Demon had once performed on stage here.

Her heart fluttered as she sang the final lines that she knew.

And wherever you go, I’ll go—

I’ll be here waiting, for you.

The music continued to play, but her part was done.

This was all she knew, and these were the lyrics that she had committed to heart for years. She closed her eyes and reminisced the moment she first heard this song three years ago.

It was her first year of high school, she was merely fourteen years old. In the final weeks of school, a mishap occurred over the school intercom.

A young and beautiful voice sang this very song while playing the same tune on a keyboard.

At the time, she happened to be recording an end of year speech that she needed to give later in the week. However, midway through her speech, this song found its way to her.

It was only unfortunate that the song was cut off from the intercom halfway through.

Even though she only had half the song, it was all she needed. The pressure that filled her heart evaporated each time she listened to the only recording she had of it.

The high expectations that bore down from her family and society all seemed to melt away into insignificance.

She waited a little longer, letting the melody fill her mind. Just as she was about to walk off the stage, a smooth and unnatural voice enveloped the entire arena.

Ohh, you are my paradise.

Her eyes flashed open once she heard this voice. This was it! This was everything her soul desired.

My heart, my love, my sacrifice.

She slowly turned around to face her idol, who at some point appeared on the other side of the stage.

Will you save me from this life?

Glistening droplets of water highlighted her beautiful cheeks as she feasted her eyes on the image before her. His black suit and mask, his piercing red eyes and dark red shirt, his messy hair, and his handsome countenance.

Because you are, my one and only.

Although the audience initially had some confusion, at this point they were shocked breathless.

A certain warm feeling pulsated within the hearts of everyone present. It was as if his voice was the natural order of how all things should be, and from this day forward they would feel unsettled without listening to it.

In the crowd, Hando’s eyes were like saucers as he stared at this scene that seemed like a choreographed play.

“This is… Kohi Demon?”