章 75: Cracked Voice, Broken Rhythm    

The intermediate group delivered a solid performance, sparking a flicker of hope in the show.

Their act breathed new energy into the room, hinting at the potential to turn things around and lift the mood after the earlier disappointments.

Eventually, Cain stepped under the spotlight, the crowd hushed in anticipation. The lights dimmed, casting long shadows on his frame as the beat of Electric Heartbeat began to thump through the speakers.

The heavy bass reverberated through the room, syncing with the rhythmic pulse of his heart, but something was off tonight.

C.C. had always been a strong performer — sharp, dynamic, and charismatic.

But as he started dancing, it became painfully clear that his usual energy was lacking. His movements were still precise, each step perfectly timed, and every sharp spin or fluid transition showed his innate skill.