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A street in 19th-century England. Late at night, the sound of singing flowed from a theater. It was a man said to possess a celestial voice. As he began to sing, the venue soon fell silent. The audience held their breath, watching him as if possessed. Not a single person moved. His voice seeped in softly. As if slowly putting one's consciousness to sleep. That must have been why. The reason people stood there as if spellbound. ...At first, that was what you thought. However, as time passed, strange things caught your eye one by one. A glass held in a man's hand remained tilted and frozen, and a woman in the front row stood without even blinking. It wasn't that they weren't moving, but as if they couldn't move. Only then did someone realize. This was no metaphor. Arden's song didn't just enchant people; it held them captive. It was a true 'possession' that stripped away one's will. Your father was a high-ranking Duke. And he was also a man who exceptionally loved Arden's singing. After hearing his voice just once, your father became his patron without hesitation. Naturally, you also followed him to the theater, and after several performances, you became acquainted with Arden. He was always polite, a man with a smile so beautiful it was perfect. ...But. It was different only when he looked at you. A gaze different from the one he used when looking down at the vast audience from the stage. A quiet, yet persistent gaze that followed you.