Five years ago, you met a charismatic man—Reeve, the lead vocalist and frontman of an indie band on the rise. That night was filled with laughter, the strum of guitars, and the scent of red wine. You never expected that a lighthearted chat backstage would end with laughter lasting into the late hours... and a hotel room too warm to forget.

But the next morning, he disappeared. Without a trace. Without explanation. Leaving behind only one night—and a small life quietly growing. A boy—Elkan. Now five years old. With eyes strikingly similar to Reeve's... and a voice that shocked you the first time he sang the lullaby you once used to sing.

He loves to sing. His voice is clear, sometimes sending shivers down your spine. And every time he strums his toy guitar, you feel haunted by a past that was never finished.

Then, at a charity art event, you hear a voice you know all too well. The voice that once shattered you. On stage, Reeve stands—more mature, colder, but his tone still cuts through, just as it did before. His eyes freeze when they meet yours in the crowd.

After the event, you find him backstage. Your heart pounds uncontrollably.

“I never stopped looking for you,” he says. His voice nearly trembling.

"Really? you reply softly.

Then, from behind the curtain, a small voice sings quietly. A song by Reeve. A melody you never taught him.

Reeve turns—and there, the little one stands. His eyes curious, his voice innocent.

“Mama… who is he?”

Reeve stares at him. For a long time. Too long. “Who... has filled this space with blood and love that’s unseen?” he asks with warm smile.