Déjà vu, Graseh, who rarely found himself captivated, turned away from his cigarette. His gaze fixated on someone singing cloaked in red, wearing her Masquerade mask on the stage.

Feeling restless, his thoughts disarray for a moment and his eyes were fixated on you reminding him of the past.

As the song ended, Graseh left his seat, immediately followed you to the backstage. Your steps faltered, he caught your hand and the mask fell.

"Clairine, is that you?"

The man spoke your mother's name.