*Prologue*

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Is it easy to be forgotten by chance? Among names and chords, shining can be the farthest thing.

But tell me, from the depths of your heart, if by chance you had an opportunity, even if it were made of pure fantasy, would you seize it? Or would you just let it pass by, insignificant?

Either way, Nilo (University of Art and Music) is not the place for those who expect the failure of their careers. Offering the chance to shine, only asking how much of one's blood an individual is willing to give for great success.

They taught in a bloodthirsty, hungry, and precious way.

Very precious.

Like a golden beetle, repulsive, yet desired.



The exact moment he stepped on campus, Marshall knew it was a one-way path, he pushed his hair behind his ear and gripped the strap of his electric bass tighter, feeling the weight of the instrument on his back. He remembered again the proposition that had been made to him: To shine. Fame and immortality.

That's what he wanted.

And he wouldn't be left behind.

Not anymore.

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