The marquee outside Abyss flickered in the cool night air, the words glowing bright:
"KANE — SPECIAL SOLO SHOW"
But tonight was different.
No glitter mask. No hidden smiles.
Backstage, Kaito stood in front of the mirror—the same one from his studio—without makeup or wig, just his own reflection looking back.
Ren squeezed his hand.
"You ready?" Ren asked softly.
Kaito nodded, though his hands trembled.
"Whatever happens, I'm with you."
The music began.
Kaito stepped onto the stage.
The crowd held their breath.
Then he sang.
Not Kane. Not the hidden man behind the glitter.
Just Kaito.
His voice cracked with raw honesty, carrying every shard of fear and hope and longing.
The crowd didn't just hear a performer—they saw a person.
And when the final note faded, the applause roared—not for a stage name, but for a soul laid bare.
Backstage, Ren waited.
Kaito turned to him, eyes shining.
"We don't have to hide anymore," he said.
Ren smiled, heart full.
"No. We don't."
Together, they stepped out into the night—two halves finally whole, shining side by side.