Miu stared at the pastry in her hand for a moment longer before setting it down on the table. The cheerful expression she had been wearing slowly faded.
"…I know what you're thinking," she said softly.
Aren didn't interrupt.
Miu leaned back against the couch, letting out a small breath.
"I've already tried everything else," she continued. "Doctors, therapists, vocal specialists… even some underground mystics."
Luna blinked slightly at that.
"None of them could figure it out," Miu said.
Her gaze drifted down toward her hands.
"But the voices kept getting louder."
…
"So yeah," she continued with a faint, almost helpless shrug. "Scheduling the concert was… kind of my last option."
Aren frowned.
"Your last option?"
She nodded slowly.
"When I'm on stage, everything feels normal for a while," she admitted. "The lights, the music, the routine… it's familiar."
Her fingers tightened slightly.
