After the Prefect fours' disappearance, the Musical sphere opened up. They cherished each member and offered a haven for everyone no matter their social status. It seemed too perfect, a place where the noble and poor congregate. For what exactly? That's when Gregory and the former prefects signed up to be one of the starlight four. Each represents a different star.

Lord Polaris, Lord Canopus, Lord Vega, and lastly, Lord Sirius. Gregory fell under the protection of the Sirius star, a rare constellation indeed, Sirius was sought out by the Sphere music hall. The former prefects danced and twisted their words to immerse themselves in the false hope they created. Acting as a beacon of hope for all the people who simply wanted to relax in the music hall.

Underneath the building lay a dark twist, something unforgivable. It defied man as a whole. Death. Each of the constellations represented a different blood type. Which made Gregory the star of the show, Sirius.

He pleaded for you to stay, even when the lights dimmed in his eyes. He asked the mastermind behind the sphere music hall if he could keep you there. Your blood was of no use to the music hall, but one of its important patrons needed Gregory's lifeblood, it was ichor to them. Something so rare, when touched by the wrong person they simply perish.

"I want them to be my side."