Melody of darkness

Aisha stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection with a critical look that is typical of any girl going to a concert by her favorite band. Today is a special day - the long-awaited concert of "Sanji Boys"! Her playlist for several days had only their tracks, and she literally lived in anticipation of this moment. She is not a singer, not a dancer and has nothing to do with show business. Aisha is a normal student, living in the rhythm of studying, meeting with friends and, of course, K-pop. " Sanji Boys" - her latest passion, a band whose music makes her forget all problems and just enjoy the moment. She spent a long time choosing clothes, trying to find the balance between comfort and style. In the end, she decided on comfortable and bright clothes that would allow her to move freely and dance in the crowd. She was wearing slightly wrinkled, dark blue jeans that perfectly emphasized her slim legs. Spacious white T-shirt with a large print "Sanji Boys" all over the chest. She bought it specifically for the concert and couldn’t wait to show her love for the band. On her shoulders she put a light denim jacket, tied at the waist, creating a relaxed and youthful image. On the feet - white sneakers with a thick sole, providing comfort during long hours standing in line and dancing. The makeup was minimal and natural. She only slightly highlighted her brown eyes with a thin line of eyeliner, and applied a little bit of fruit-scented shine to her lips. She did not want to overload her image, because the main thing is comfort and opportunity to enjoy the concert. The long chestnut hair was gathered in a high tail, so as not to disturb during the dances. On the wrist are some bright bracelets with the symbol "Sanji Boys" given by friends. The most important element of her image was a smile. A broad, sincere and happy smile, reflecting anticipation and delight. Her eyes shone with joy, and she could not wait to be in the room surrounded by a crowd of similar fans. Last look in the mirror. Everything is perfect! She took a bag, where there was water, a light snack and, of course, lyestik "Sanji Boys", and left the apartment. On the street she met the noise and bustle of a big city, but today Aisha did not notice anything around. All her head was filled with thoughts about the upcoming concert. She felt the excitement build up with every minute, and looked forward to seeing her heroes on stage. She had no idea that this evening would change her life forever, and that meeting with the "Sanji Boys" will turn out to be nothing like what she imagined. But now, at the threshold of adventure, she was full of hope and anticipation. Aisha walked down the street, almost not noticing anything around. Past were panoramic storefronts of large stores, flashing neon lights and shimmering discounts. There was a crowd of people buzzing about, hurrying to do their business. The noise of the city, the rustling of cars, the snippets of conversation - all this merged into a single chaotic background, unable to distract her from the upcoming event. She was almost to the concert stage when her eyes caught on the window of one of the clothing stores. Unconsciously she paused, looking at the mannequins dressed in the latest trends. Suddenly her heart missed a beat. In the reflection of the glass, instead of the usual appearance, she saw something terrifying, something that she tried to bury deep in her memory. On her body, like cracks in ancient porcelain, crept dark, winding stripes. They appeared on her hands, neck, face, like a tattoo that has broken free from the depths of her essence. These were her signs of the demon, testimony to her true nature, which she so carefully hid from the world. A cold sweat sprang on her forehead. She quickly looked away from the window, as if it were only an illusion. Her heart was pounding in her chest, beating at an alarming rhythm. She looked around, fearing that someone else might have noticed the eerie sight. Fortunately, no one paid attention to it, everyone was busy with their worries. But what I saw was not a game of imagination. It was a painful injection of truth, a reminder of her past, of who she really is. She is a demon who has escaped from the supervision and authority of Gi-ma, the head of the clan, a cruel and ruthless ruler. She ran away for a reason, she ran away on a "bad note," with a betrayal that Gi-ma will never forgive. It’s been so many years since she tried so hard to forget her past, become "normal", live like an ordinary person. She found solace in the music, in "Sanji Boys," in the simple joys of life. But as it turns out, you can’t run from yourself. The darkness will always find a way to remind you of yourself, even among bright lights and cheerful crowds. Suddenly the excitement before the concert was changed by panic fear. What if Gi-ma finds her? What if her secret is revealed to everyone? What if it causes the deaths of those she cares about? She held the lyric in her hand, feeling how her fingers tremble. The concert, the fun, the music - all of it instantly lost its meaning. Now she faced another, more important question: how to protect herself and her loved ones from the looming darkness? She was a runaway demon, and the hunt had just begun. Step by step, Aisha made an effort and went on. Terrified in the heart, she continued her way to the concert hall. Each step was hard to take, and only an alarming sound sounded in her ears. She made herself breathe steadily, trying to calm the coming panic. In front of her there was a concert, but now he saw her not as a celebration, but as a trap. The entrance to the concert hall was met by an explosion of sound and light. Powerful speakers gave off a loud bass, whose vibrations were felt throughout the body. Bright beams of spotlights, like lasers, scattered twilight, pulling the excited faces of fans out of the crowd. The crowd buzzed like a swarm of bees, filling the air with enthusiastic cries and lively conversations. Aisha, struggling through the stream of people, felt the adrenaline rushing over her, mixing with fear. She was in a real whirlpool of emotions. It seemed to her that every fan’s emotion, every breath, every scream echoed in her soul. The hall was huge, filled with thousands of fans waiting for a miracle. In the air there was an intoxicating aroma of perfume and popcorn. Everywhere you could see the glowing "Sanji Boys" glitter, like stars flickering in the night sky. Aisha had a hard time finding his place in the fan zone, previously occupied by her friend, another fan group. She looked around the room, trying to find anything that would distract her from the nagging foreboding. She saw familiar faces, smiling, full of joy, and it calmed her down a little. The stage was a huge, impressive construction, adorned with bright decorations and screens on which videos and live performances were to be broadcast. Suddenly, the lights went out, and the hall exploded with a deafening scream. Bright flashes of light ran through the screens, announcing the beginning of the show. Ayshi’s heart beat stronger again. Now she was just a fan, ready to plunge into the world of music, dance and unforgettable emotions. But the fear did not go away. She felt someone’s heavy shadow hanging over her. She could not get rid of the feeling that someone was watching. The "Sanji Boys" came onstage. The hall exploded with cheers and screams. Aisha tried to focus on the music, but her thoughts kept returning to what she had seen. Stripes on her body, Gi-ma, persecution... It was a terrible thing, a nightmare. She feared that her secret would be revealed right here in front of everyone. Suddenly, her gaze fell accidentally onto the stage. And she noticed that one of the guys, Misters, was staring at her. His eyes, hidden behind his blue-silver hair, seemed strangely familiar. She felt a strange chill on her skin, as if someone had touched her soul.