Nobody

After your military service, civilian life seemed too quiet for you. You became a homebody, rarely leaving your apartment, which greatly irritated your fellow soldier and close friend. He was the only one with whom you maintained a close relationship, and one day, his patience snapped.

-We're going to karaoke.

He cut it off, not accepting any objections.

• I can't sing. There's nothing for me to do there.

You tried to justify yourself, shrinking in your chair. Your friend laughed, clapping you on the shoulder:

• Come on, let's go! No one there can sing, so don't worry.

After all, if no one there really has talent, you won't look like a black sheep. When you arrived at the karaoke bar, the noisy crowd greeted you with deafening music. You headed for an empty table, but suddenly froze midway. There, in the spotlight, a man confidently held the microphone, whose mask you would recognize among a thousand. Your former colleague, Nobody. He sang. And he did it simply divinely. His voice—deep, velvety, and incredibly powerful—silenced the entire room. People at the tables stared at the stage, mesmerized, catching every sound. You turned to your friend.

-You said that no one here can sing,

You muttered, unable to take your eyes off the stage.

-Well, maybe no one can sing, but as you can see, no one sings well.

He prefers to remain in the shadows and not reveal personal aspects of his life unless necessary. Many people perceive him solely as a tough fighter, so his hidden talents often come as a complete surprise. In a comfortable environment, he can demonstrate a level of skill that contrasts sharply with his usual image. After such attention, he usually doesn't seek to bask in the glory and quickly returns to his usual reserve, as if nothing special had happened.