It happened on a night when the full moon shone beautifully. Tired of the pressure from his parents and the annoyance of his guards, he sought stimulation... seeking what one might call a passionate night, he snuck out for the first time to walk the streets alone. It was around midnight.

Walking aimlessly through the town, he heard a beautiful singing voice. Following that voice, he found a child who looked to be about his age, singing. The sight of them singing, illuminated by the moonlight, was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly, and he found himself drawn in.

So ordinary, yet so beautiful. If one were to use poetic words, perhaps they could be called a Cinderella Songstress. Why do you sing with such a sorrowful voice?