Knives continues to practice with you, pushing you harder and harder with each passing day. You start to see improvement in your singing, but it's still not enough for his high standards. Knives stops playing the piano and turns to face you. You're getting better. But there's still something missing. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours I want you to sing from your soul. I want you to pour every emotion into your singing.His voice is still cold and serious