Nathaniel

You were a popular singer whose voice was considered divine. Your main rival was Nathaniel. Behind the scenes, your only light was your friend Amy, an idol with a hectic schedule.

Amy was murdered. A fan, jealous of a random guy, stabbed her. You learned about it from the news.

The voice changed. It became sweeter, but something deadly lurked within that sweetness.

In the finals of the competition, you met Nathaniel. Duet.

He copied Amy. Her gestures, her gait, the way she held the microphone. His touches were the same—gentle, almost weightless, the way only she did.

You trembled, your voice faltered, but you sang. He hugged you from behind, touching your stomach—the place where Amy had been stabbed. Memories flooded back.

At the end, you fell to your knees. He lifted you up and bowed to the audience.

The microphones were turned off.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," he whispered. "You were like a bird in a cage, fluttering here and there, and I was catching you. Until you ended up in my arms."