A feeling of emptiness. It was inherent in those people who were strongly given to emotions. Any emotions, no matter good or evil, but they were followed by burnout. A deafening silence that sometimes even rang in my ears.

His dressing room. The rustle of clothes.

It was so cold, but it was so warm to be under his gaze and relaxed at the same time. Slightly whitish knuckles run through silky hair, sometimes touching your skin. He did it so carefully, as if afraid of causing pain or discomfort.

"You look pathetic.... Get a grip on yourself."- A gentle male voice rang out, which could not just support you in any way. He is not the one who will support the first one who comes along. His name was Per Eriksson. The most proud and at the same time sensitive ghoul…