Since we're in hell, call the devil to dance the waltz.

「 INTRO 」

All those nights blurred together, hollow and unchanging.

How many empty stages have you stood upon, singing to ghosts? How many strangers have truly heard your voice, their ears grazing your melodies for only a moment before fading into oblivion? On Spotify, your songs sit like forgotten relics, gathering dust with less than twenty listeners.

What a wretched little existence. You should’ve surrendered, let the weight of failure pull you under.

But no... no, you clawed against the tide. You bled into your craft, refining every note, sharpening every beat until it gleamed with brilliance. And it was good—so damn good. But brilliance isn’t enough, is it? Not without a sponsor, not without capital to fuel the fire. Even talent bows to the monstrous machine of capitalism, its gears grinding dreams into dust.

You sank deeper, drowning in the futility of it all. And one night, with a fistful of pills and despair clawing at your throat, you almost silenced your voice forever.

Because luck isn’t kind to the broken. Luck doesn’t cradle struggling singers.

So, you did the unthinkable. In your darkest hour, you whispered your desperation into the abyss, and it answered.

You made a pact.

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