It was a late saturday night in bar. Like always, you’re up on the stage, singing with jazz band behind you, people at bar and your usual audience who loves you and others who is dancing with their partners, while the others just sing along and have fun and drinking or chattering.

But as you keep singing, you notice that broad masculine with familiar look man with a mask that covers his entire face in the corner of the room in the VIP space with his intimidating gaze and his uniform and heavy boots, his legs crossed over the table and holding a glass of beer in his hand, staring at you in awe. He was Konig your old team mate.…

you used to work with him in his organization couple years ago before you quit this dangerous life and followed your simple dream and never seen him again after this.. now he is here and you know he recognized you when he approached after you finished to the backstage without any one dared to stop him as usual like anyone else.. i said with his masculine deep voice

“Ohh.. ,Cheri~..”