Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Blackout Uptown

If you're looking for really good Night City nightlife, you have to go Uptown.Only there can you find the most gorgeous architecture, top-notch entertainment, and most alluring depravity.All services there are guaranteed to be worth the price of admission, though not guaranteed to redeem lost souls.People can lose their souls in Uptown if they're not careful.Of course, this is also one of its fascinating places.The Stranger's Tavern is far from Uptown, so I had to muster up my courage, walk to the side of the street, and hold out a flying sedan chair. I recognize this flying sedan chair company, so I dare to board their sedan chair.All means of transportation on the streets of Night City are very dangerous to human body and soul.After I sat on the sedan chair comfortably, the sedan chair floated very smoothly.The material of the car body is very strong, and the small windows on both sides are all equipped with bulletproof glass.This glass is not only bulletproof, but also prevents many other types of attacks.The people who carried the sedan chair were not human beings, because the owners of this company were a very kind family of rowdy ghosts.The Rumbleman lifts the sedan chair much faster than a human porter, and he doesn't chat with the passengers when he has nothing to do.The Rascal also has the ability to protect passengers from other unfriendly vehicles on the street.There are vehicles from all ages gathered in Night City, regardless of the past, present, and future, there are all kinds of vehicles, and most of them are not very friendly.There are taxis fueled by wine from evil altars, and silver bullet cars that run on devil tears and angel urine, plus many hungry beasts that look like cars but aren't.

Suddenly, a group of headless horsemen surrounded the flying sedan on motorcycles, but the rascal slapped them and smashed them into a ball.As soon as the other vehicles saw this situation, they immediately moved away from us, and we entered the upper city safely.Once you're in Uptown, you'll immediately feel the excitement overshadowing the blood, sweat and tears.There's nowhere in the world where the neon lights are brighter than here.There are eye-catching lights and bright colors everywhere, and all kinds of signboards are bright and flickering like a heartbeat.I bet tonight's big power outage didn't affect Uptown at all, because as soon as there is a power outage, someone rushes to fix it.However, no matter how bright the neon lights are, there is always a lot of darkness hidden here.In this world at three o'clock in the morning, as long as you can afford it, the door of desire in the night will always be open for you.

You'll find some of the top restaurants in Uptown, serving up all the long-lost dishes, and quite a few menus that are banned from the normal world.There are even a few specialty restaurants serving meat from extinct or imaginary animals.Anyone who has not tasted the giant toot bird leg, Dapeng scrambled eggs, KFC fried dragon, Kraken surprise sushi set, fire-breathing beast business lunch, or petrified lizard eyes (you are responsible for the consequences of eating this dish) Even if it was a waste of time.In Uptown, one can find all the food worth dying for. The bookstores in this area house many private works that well-known writers do not want to publish, as well as many masterpieces written after death by writers who died young, plus spiritual pornography, the art of sadistic murder, forbidden knowledge, and forgotten doctrines. And travel books on the world after death, etc., everything.In the cabinet of one of the bookstores is a new edition of "The King in Yellow", which is said to go crazy if you don't wear the special glasses sold in the set.

Pedestrians on the street are busy running around, following the temptation of colorful neon signs to play around.The air is filled with the aroma of food, and there are graceful music sounds from the nightclub.There were long lines outside theaters and nightclubs, as well as crowds around the newspaper vending machines selling the Night City Times.Many sneaked into weapon shops, or brothels.With enough money, you can have sex with all the fictional female characters that writers write about (bogus, of course, but there's never any real stuff to buy in this kind of place).As long as the human brain can conceive of entertainment, Uptown has it all.If you are not strong enough, it is easy to be eaten alive by these so-called entertainment.

There are nightclubs of different sizes and styles here.Music, wine, companions, the quality of everything can exceed the imagination of consumers.Some nightclubs have a very old history, filled with reformists and royalists who drink coffee and talk politics, and sit down together to participate in the devil fishing game after the daily quarrel.There are also people from the Roman era who came here to lie on the sofa and have a leisurely meal while taking advantage of the gap between the arena games.Most of the other nightclubs have a modern style, but they are much more fun than ordinary nightclubs.It's hard to imagine how many superstars started their careers in Uptown Night City.

As the flying sedan chairs got deeper and deeper into the upper city, there were more and more pedestrians on the streets.There are excited faces and enthusiastic glances everywhere, these successful people can't wait to throw money on things they think they need.Among these high-end consumers, there are many people who rely on the nightclubs in the uptown to make a living, and they are busy shuttling, struggling for rent and peace of mind.Singers, actors, magicians and clowns, strippers and hostesses, and special service workers, all on diets, alcohol or drugs.In addition, there are many women walking up and down the street, or standing on the corner of the street, watching the crowds with smiles on their faces, teasing people's hearts with their eyes and words.These women can provide anything as long as they have money.

It's still the Nightside, though, and the unwary can fall into a trap at any moment.People who just want to have a good weekend can spend years in a smoky pub.There are also dance halls where people can't stop dancing, even if the dance floor is full of blood dripping from people's feet, they must continue to dance.You can sell all your organs, minds, and even souls in yourself or others on the black market here.Some magic shops sell a wide variety of powerful magic items, but there is no guarantee that what they sell will work as advertised, and by the time you go back to them for a theory, the store has usually disappeared.

There are also many homeless people in the dark corners of the upper city, wearing tattered coats or dirty blankets, stretching out their maggot-infested palms and begging for change from passers-by.They are the homeless, the down and out, the runaway teenagers, or maybe just plain unlucky wretches.Most passers-by would know how to give a little change or say some comforting words, because in the Night Side, cause and effect are not just an illusory concept.Many of these tramps are outdated big shots.In Night City, no matter how powerful a person is, they may lose everything overnight.So everyone knows that it's okay not to provoke these homeless people, because they may still retain some of their once powerful power; and because maybe one day, you may become one of them.Everyone has their ups and downs when the wheel of fortune turns, and even if you're an uptown big shot, the wheel of fortune won't slow down for you.

The flying sedan finally dropped me off outside Caliban's Cave.I calculated the fare, plus a generous tip, and threw the money into a box in the sedan chair.No one dares to sit in a palanquin in front of the rambunctious ghosts, because they will take this behavior as a personal grudge, and will return your house to the original building materials while you are at home.The flying sedan chair left, and I took my time to observe the nightclub in front of me.Pedestrians walked past me impatiently, but I didn't care about them, I just concentrated on feeling the general atmosphere here.It's clearly a fancy, expensive club with lots of rules.As long as your name isn't on someone's list, there's no need to expect to get in, let alone get a good seat.The holes in Caliban aren't accessible to anyone who wants to, and that's certainly one of the selling points.A neon sign above the gate has Losinger's name written in gothic script and the times for the three shows that will be performed that night.A sign on the door made it clear that it was a break between two shows and that it was not open for business.No matter how high-end nightclubs are, there are always breaks, and this kind of vacancy is an opportunity for people like me who want to get in.But first, I have to make sure this whole thing isn't a trap for me personally.

There has always been a group of people who wanted to kill me, but I still don't know their identities and motives. I only know that they have been sending people to take my life since birth.I knew it must have something to do with my missing mother.My mother was not human, and not long after my father discovered the secret, she disappeared.Later, my father became depressed, drank to get by, and finally died of drunkenness in his dreams.I hate to admit that I have such a weak father.As for my mother, I wondered who she really was almost all the time. I secretly observed the crowd around me, but didn't find any familiar faces.In fact, if someone is following me, the flying sedan chair will definitely let me know.However, this whole case may just be a layout to lure me here, and perhaps the other party has already ambushed in the shop.The only way to determine if there is a trap is to open my mind.Once my talents are working, nothing will hide.But opening the talent itself is a very dangerous thing, because whenever I open my mind, my heart will burst into a dazzling light, exposing my position to everyone who is looking for me.My enemies are watching me all the time.However, at this time, I have to figure out whether it is a trap before I can continue to handle the case, so I opened my mind to see the whole world from a more macroscopic perspective.

Even in a place like Night City, there are still many mysterious alien worlds and hidden spaces in the air.I saw ghosts captured by time everywhere, repeating the standard movements like a video tape looping.I saw shining grazing lines that cannot be seen by the naked eye criss-crossing in the air, penetrating the human body and buildings, as if all entities did not exist.There's a lot of dark, ugly filth attached to people's backs - a mix of insatiable desire and insatiable addiction.Some dirty things found me, and immediately warned me to stay away from them.I saw invisible giants striding towards the tallest buildings in Night City, and I saw many "light men" whose origins and purposes were unknown, attracted by passers-by for no reason, but never Anything that has intervened in the material world. To me, however, the only thing really worth noting is the layers of magical defenses that surround Caliban's caverns.Near all the entrances and exits, there are magical barriers, various curses, and various runestones, shining with terrifying energy light.This nightclub is protected by magic so powerful that it is difficult for even the most powerful magician to break through.It's a sign that someone is paying a lot of money to protect an up-and-coming singer.But I can see that none of these magic defenses are aimed at me, so this should not be a trap set to deal with me.I closed my mind and looked thoughtfully at the door closest to me.As long as I don't use magic, the defense system here won't attack me, so... I have to figure out a way to trick them. Fortunately, most magical defense systems are not very clever, as they require only simple wits.I smiled, stepped forward, and knocked on the door.Not long after, a very ugly face appeared on the wooden door.The face frowned, causing the paint on the door to peel and make a nasty noise.Then the wooden lips parted, revealing a row of jagged wooden teeth. "Don't be delusional. Go away. Go away. It's halftime, the singer won't show his face, and he won't sign anyone's autograph. Also, no hanging around the door. If you want to buy a ticket, a The ticket gates open in an hour. You can come back then, or don’t come back at all. I don’t care anyway.” As soon as the words were finished, the big wooden face began to sink into the wooden door.I tapped it on the forehead again, and it gave me a wink of surprise. "You must let me in," I said. "I'm John Taylor." "Really? Congratulations. Now get on the road and play with the car. We refuse to visit and never open. Why are you still standing here?" It's not that hard to fool a magic concierge who likes to push himself.I smiled proudly, and said, "I'm John Taylor. I'm here to find Rossinger on something. Open the door, or don't blame me for being rude." "Well, please forgive me for being a little man, sir. One day I will have the power to decide, but for now I can only follow orders. Unless your name is on the list, or you know the passphrase, it doesn't matter what you are Even identities are not allowed to enter. I also want to make an exception for you, but this is really beyond my authority." "Walker sent me." It was always worth a try.Because people are generally more afraid of Walker, and not without reason. The big face on the door took a deep breath. "Do you have proof?" "Don't be stupid, when did the people in power issue a search warrant?" "You can't go in without proof, please leave. Hop away like a rabbit." "What if I don't want to go?" Suddenly, two wooden arms emerged from the door and reached out to me.As soon as I saw the situation, I knew that I would never be able to hide, so I didn't hide at all, and went straight forward.I grabbed the big face on the door with one hand, and pressed the eyes with my thumb on the spot, causing it to scream angrily in pain.I slowly increased the pressure on my thumb, and its hands stopped moving immediately. "Don't be rough," I said. "Let go of your hands." The two arms retreated to the wooden door and gradually disappeared.I slowly withdrew my thumb, and the big face pouted and stared at me unhappily. "Big gangster! I will definitely sue you! See if I dare!" "Let me in," I said. "Otherwise the scene will be ugly." "You can't enter without saying the passphrase." "Okay." I said. "What is the passphrase?" "It's you who want to tell me." "I said so." "It's no wonder you didn't say it!" "No, I said it. Didn't you listen, Gate? What did I just say to you?" "What?" Big Face asked. "What did you say?" "What's the passphrase?" I said sternly. "swordfish!" "That's right! Now you can let me in." The door immediately opened automatically.The corners of the mouth of the big face twitched, murmuring something, and closed it angrily after I entered the store.The reception hall looks very luxurious, at least the place that is not blocked by the huge troll body in front of me looks luxurious.The troll was eight feet tall and eight feet wide. He was wearing an oversized jacket and a bow tie around his neck. He raised his big fists and rattled in front of me.I glanced at him and knew immediately that it was impossible to pass this level with one mouth.So I walked forward without saying a word, attracted the other person's attention with my eyes, and then kicked him hard in the lower body.The troll whimpered, his eyes bulging, his body lurched sideways, and he fell hard on the floor, writhing in pain.As the saying goes, the bigger the body, the bigger the target.I step over the troll with ease, across the hall, through the revolving door and into the performance hall. Since most of the lights in the performance hall were not turned on at this time, it looked very dark.The walls are made of large stones, and the stone-made ceiling is not high, creating a strange sense of oppression.The floor was waxed and very clean and smooth.The hall is full of high-end dining tables and chairs, and a high stage is set up at the other end.Now all the chairs were turned upside down on the table, which was covered with an ornate doily.The only light source in the hall comes from the side bar, which is used by employees and band members to rest.A dozen or so night shift workers were huddling around the bar by this time, like a swarm of moths attracted by the firelight. I walked towards them, but I was completely ignored.They probably think that since I can enter the performance hall, it means that I have a valid reason to be here.I give a polite nod to the cleaning staff, who are busy getting ready for the next show.They were six monkeys in uniform, standing on stage screaming and mopping the floor.In recent years, more and more monkeys have come to work in the Nightside, and some of them have wings on their backs. There were a few female performers with towels on their bodies and very revealing clothes sitting at the bar, and no one looked up at me when I approached.The air is filled with a strong smell of gin and misanthropy.If it was on stage, they would be glamorous, wearing gorgeous costumes, net stockings, high heels, long feather headdresses, styled wigs, and heavy makeup... But the stage is the stage, and now is now.In the empty bar during the break, these backing singers and waitresses with no make-up, curlers on their hair, and cigarettes dangling from the corners of their mouths looked like soldiers who had just returned from the battlefield. The bartender is an elf of unknown race, and I can never figure out the relationship between these elves.Anyway, he looked at me suspiciously. "Take it easy," I said. "I'm not from the immigration department. I'm just a private investigator who wants to pay for some information." The ladies nearby immediately pricked up their ears.All of them looked awe-inspiring, their lips were tightly closed, and they would never speak unless they saw the cash.I sighed secretly, took out a stack of banknotes from my pocket and threw it on the bar, stretched out my palm to cover the banknotes, and then raised my eyebrows.A beautiful blonde leaned forward, and the towel slid down her chest, revealing a very attractive cleavage in front of me on the spot.While that cleavage is really alluring, I'm not that easily distracted... "I'm looking for Rossinger." I said loudly, trying to avert my eyes from the blonde's chest. "where is she?" A curly-haired redhead exclaimed, "Good luck, dear. She won't even say a word to me, and I'm her backing voice, and that woman is so proud." "That's right," said the blonde. "She's Miss Superstar, her style is too high, she doesn't bother to be with us at all. Go talk to Ian, that's the man on the stage, he's the prop manager." She nodded towards the dark stage, on which I vaguely saw a short but strong man setting up percussion instruments.I nodded my thanks, let go of the bill, and left the bar.How the ladies are going to distribute that pile of bills is not my problem.When I walked to the edge of the stage, there was already a lot of fighting behind me, and occasionally a few very nasty expletives.I tapped the stage lightly to call the props handler's attention to my presence.He stepped out from behind a stack of drums and nodded to me.For a hunchback, he was very cheerful.He limped towards me, and I jumped onto the stage to meet him.When I got closer, it turned out that he was only a little lame, but his arms were strong.He wears an undershirt with the famous "Can Lemmings Sing the Blues?" embossed on the front. "Hello, man. My name is Ian Agger. I'm a props handler, backing singer and mascot for the stars. My great-grandfather used to smell Queen Victoria's deodorant. Is there anything I can do for you, sir ?” "I wish I could speak to Loschinger," I said. "I'm……" "Oh, I know who you are, dude. You're the dreaded John Fucking Tyler himself, the famous private eye, the king of the future world, at least that's what the rumors say, but I don't quite believe the rumors are I guess you're here for the suicide? I knew it. It's going to get out eventually. I warned them. I say paper can't hold fire, but does anyone listen to me? You Say?" He smiled happily, took out an old gold lighter, and lit a cigarillo. "So, John Taylor, are you here to trouble our little girl?" "No." I said carefully.Although Ian spoke very lightly, I could see from his cold eyes that he was a straightforward person, and the so-called straightforwardness here probably has something to do with some blunt instruments. "I'm just curious about what's going on here, maybe I can help out. It's my specialty after all." "Yes, I've heard a lot of rumors about you." He thought for a while, then shrugged: "Listen, man, I've been with Rose for a long time. I manage props for her, set up instruments, and take care of tuning." Yin also helped with the accompaniment. I helped her with all the troubles she didn't want to deal with, and I took care of her, you know? I did the work of three people by myself and never complained because she was worth such a sacrifice. I have been with her all my life Having lived too many singers, I know she has everything it takes to be famous. She will succeed and become a superstar. I was her earliest manager and the first person to see her potential. I took her Running around Nightside, starting her singing career, but I always knew that one day she would leave me. I don't care, because it's very lucky to have such a beautiful voice like her once in a lifetime, I just want to be able to Playing a small role in her legendary life is enough." "I thought the Cavendishes were Losingell's agents," I said. He shrugged: "It's impossible for her to succumb to my agent. The Cavendish couple can bring her job opportunities that I can't touch. They have strong financial resources and great influence. It's just..." "Go on." I saw him pause for too long, so I spoke out to encourage him.He frowned, took the cigar out of his mouth, and looked at it in front of his eyes, just to avoid my gaze. "This is supposed to be the key to Rose's fame. Caliban's Hole, the biggest nightclub in Uptown, the place where you can get the most exposure. But now everything is not right. It didn't take long for her to come here. Now she only Singing sad songs, and so sad that the audience couldn't help but commit suicide when they went home. Some people didn't even wait to go home before they did it. God knows how many people have died so far... The Cavendish couple tried every means to cover up the matter , because they still want to sign a contract with the record company. It’s just that the news has leaked, and there is no one in the entertainment industry who doesn’t like gossip.” "Isn't the number of people coming to listen to music reduced?" I asked. Ian couldn't help laughing and said: "No... that's exciting, isn't it? For some fans, this is more attractive. After all, this is Night City, and people come here to find new excitement. The disk is long outdated..." "Have the Cavendishes launched an investigation into this situation?" "Those two guys? Of course not. They won't come here in person at all, they will just send some thugs to monitor the surrounding environment, and send the reporters and investigators who came to investigate." He smiled and said: "They are also very good at dealing with private detectives. You're welcome. Take care of yourself." I nodded, but didn't take the warning seriously. "Where is Losinger?" "She's still my responsibility," Ian said. "Although she doesn't pay much attention to me recently, I still have to take care of her. Are you here to help her, or do you simply want to investigate suicide?" "I'm here to help," I said. "It's good for everyone to save a few innocent people from dying, isn't it?" "She's in the waiting room, just behind the stage." He pointed in the direction, then turned his head away, his expression seemed to reveal a little sadness. "I wish we hadn't come here, she and I. It's not what I imagined it to be. If I could decide, I'd refund the deposit, void the contract, and leave this place alone. But she doesn't listen to me anymore No. She hardly leaves the lounge during normal times, and I only see her when she’s performing on stage.” "Where does she go when she's not here?" "She's never out of here," Ian said. "The Cavendish couple helped her prepare a room upstairs, which was very comfortable and luxurious, but it was just a room. Since Rose came here to sing here, I don't seem to have seen her leave for half a step. She has no private Life, the only thing she cares about is the next show, which is not a healthy phenomenon for a girl. But then again, since she was with the goddamned Cavendish couple, her life has been two things to her health The word has nothing to do with it.” I turned to leave, but Ian called me back. "She's a good kid, but... don't expect too much from her, okay? She's changed a lot, I don't know her anymore."
I found Loschinger's lounge in no time.However, the two gentlemen standing outside the lounge door were obviously not ordinary bodyguards, but senior bodyguards hired by the Cavendish couple with a lot of money.They were wearing Armani suits, and several hieroglyphs were tattooed on the eyebrows of their left eyes, which meant that they were members of the Fury Dragon Gang, which meant that they were not only magicians and kung fu masters, but also the world's top killers.Such people are usually responsible for protecting the emperor or some future savior. Any reasonable person who sees them will turn away and run away, but I still go forward without thinking.If I would scare anyone, I wouldn't be a private eye at all.With a smile on my face, I stopped in front of them. "Hi, I'm John Taylor, I hope I won't upset you two." "We know who you are," said the man on the left. "Private eye, con man, pompous braggart," said the one on the right. "Some say you are the king of the future world." "Some people also say that you are a guy who relies on his knowledge of magic to rely on his mouth for food." "We are battle mages, arcane warriors." "You are just an ordinary person who only knows how to talk big and play tricks." I stood there without moving, with a friendly smile on my face all the time. The bodyguard on the left turned to the one on the right and said, "I think it's time for a coffee break." The bodyguard on the right looked at me and said, "Is half an hour enough?" "Forty-five minutes," I said, but purely for coolness. The two battle mages bowed slightly to me, then walked away unhurriedly.Maybe I'm no match for them at all, but now they have no chance of knowing.I'm good at bluffing, but it's also because most people in Nightside are very sensible.I knocked on the door to the lounge, and there was no answer, so I opened it myself and walked in. Losinger sat on a chair, facing the big mirror on the dressing table, silently looking at himself in the mirror.I went into the lounge and closed the door, and she didn't even look up at me.Her expression was calm and slightly sad, as if lost in her own gaze.I leaned against the door behind me, watching her carefully.She was petite, only five feet tall, slender and glamorous, in a plain white T-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. She has long black hair, which sets off a slightly pointed face, which looks quite gloomy under the pale light.The cheekbones next to the cheeks are high, the nose is slightly long, and the lips are light pink. The whole face is completely free of makeup and has no expression, making it impossible to guess what she is thinking.Two hands clasped lightly on her knees, as if she had forgotten their existence.I called her loudly, and she slowly turned her head to look at me.At first, I wondered if someone had drugged her for the convenience of controlling her, but as soon as I met her gaze, I knew it was not the case.She has a pair of big dark eyes, which are full of passionate flames.The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she smiled softly at me. "I haven't had any visitors lately. I like it. How did you get past those two dogs at the door?" "I'm John Taylor." "Ah, that's much more reasonable. You may be the only person in Night City with a worse reputation than me." Her English was very standard, although there was a little French accent, but that was just to make her voice more charming. . "So why would the notorious John Tyler be interested in a young nightclub resident singer like me?" "I've been hired to look after you and make sure you're doing well and not being taken advantage of." "That's great. Who hired you? It wasn't the Cavendishes, I suppose?" I smiled and said, "My client doesn't want his identity to be exposed." "You can't even tell me?" "I'm sorry." "But he hired you to look after me, Mr. Taylor." "Please, just call me John." "Call me Rose as you please. You haven't answered my question, John. Why do you think I need your help? I'm safe and happy here." "And why are there two bodyguards outside the door?" There was a look of disgust on her face. "They help me filter out some crazy fans. Some people are always too obsessed. Ah, my audience! I would like to share every minute with them, but sometimes I need a little personal time. " "No comment." Rose crossed her hands in front of her chest, looking at me unhappy. "Where were they when I needed them? For years they wanted nothing to do with me, didn't answer my letters, and didn't support me. Now that my career is taking off and the money is rolling in, I All of a sudden, my family and my so-called friends showed up. They will do anything to get something, and even try to get on the stage through my door. Fuck it! Tell them all to go Die! I have suffered too much, and now I have learned that no one can trust me except myself." "You don't even believe Ian who helped you with the tools?" For the first time, I saw a sincere smile on her face. "Ian, yeah, he is such a good guy. He has faith in me, even when I have lost confidence in myself, he still believes that I will succeed. As long as he is willing to follow me, I will always be in my heart. He left a position. But in the end, I am the real superstar, and his status will be determined by me." She shrugged and said: "Even the closest friends may not be able to keep up with each other. Some people are destined to walk behind others." I decided to change the subject. "I heard you live here and call the nightclub your home?" "That's right." She looked away from her face, and went back to staring at herself in the mirror again.She was looking for something in the mirror, but I couldn't see what she was looking for, maybe she didn't even know it herself. "I feel safe here," she said slowly. "Someone protects me. Sometimes I feel like the whole world wants to take advantage of me, and I don't have that much to take advantage of. It's not easy to be a star, John. Music, dancing, singing skills can be learned in class , but how to succeed, and the pressure that comes with success, these are not things that can be learned elsewhere. Everyone has a plan... I can only trust my agent, the Cavendish couple, They're purely interested in how much money I can make...that's fine with me." "There have been some rumors recently." I said cautiously. "Rumors of a mysterious suicide..." She turned to look at me and smiled pitifully. "You should know you can't believe this kind of gossip, John. It's just a publicity stunt, some exaggeration, so that people can talk about my name. Everyone said it was from a friend of a friend. , but no one really knew anyone who died. Nightside is a place of gossip, and everyone likes to spread bad rumors. I'm just a singer who likes to sing... If you really worry about such small things, Just go talk to the Cavendishes, I'm sure they'll have an answer to your satisfaction. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone for a while. The next show is about to begin." She didn't say any more, turned back to look in the mirror, propped her chin with one hand, her eyes were completely blank, lost in her own world for an instant.By the time I left the break room, she had completely ignored me.