The spotlights of the music world shifted again. And this time, Trevin Vale appeared. He walked onto the glossy stage. His was framed by wide holographic screens that projected his smug grin across every feed. At his side was Delilah Knox. She wore glittering silk and diamonds. Her expression was as sharp as a blade. Jaylen knew she masked her true behaviour behind the velvet.They didn’t announce their comeback as individuals. They announced it in the form of a movement.Trevin raised his hand with his voice dripping with practiced sorrow.“Tonight, we begin a new era. We are here not for glory, but for the truth, for the art and for culture. Most importantly, we are here to shine light on the toxic frauds who rot the soul of this industry.”Every camera captured the deliberate pause in his lips. The way his eyes narrowed just enough to let the implication sink in. Everyone knew who he meant, Jaylen Cruz.Delilah leaned into the mic, her voice was silky and full of hate.“We have

The cameras flashed his face like lightning. There came rapid-fire bursts that painted the runway in a white heat. Black marble stretches down the hall. It was polished so perfectly that it looks like a mirror reflecting the problem above. Tonight, every lens pointed toward one man. It was the infamous fashion oracle of the era, Bishop Lynx.He walked out from the dark covered in velvet coloured robes. He wore an expensive silver chain that ran across his chest. The mirrored glasses he wore hides the true character no one ever has seen. The crowd erupts in large applause as he steps forward.He pauses mid-runway. His arms were raised like a conductor commanding an orchestra. The applause died instantly and was replaced by the tense sound of anticipation.Then the screens ignite.A massive montage started playing and was projected across the walls. It’s Jaylen Cruz. He was caught in every awkward fashion phase of his rise. Neon hoodies with the two sizes too big and clashing print

The headlines hit like a thunderclap across every platform,“From Idol to Criminal? Jaylen Faces Industry Judgment.”Roman Vale had done it. Overnight, he had used the full weight of the industry’s legal machine against Jaylen. The charges were everywhere, defamation, copyright infringement and public endangerment. Talk shows called it the trial of the decade.Outside Jaylen’s apartment, paparazzi swarmed around him with questions in his mind. On the social feeds, chaos started. Haters screamed #LockUpJaylen, while his loyalists fought back with #StandWithJaylen and #TrialByFireJaylen.The system chimed in, “Quest Activated: Judgment Day TrialObjective: Survive the courtroom, win the people.Failure: Career Termination.”Jaylen’s heart pounded as he read the glowing text across his vision. This wasn’t just about lawsuits. This was a public execution staged as a trial.Roman didn’t hold back. He framed himself as a guardian of culture, claiming Jaylen had destabilized the industry wit

The world had grown used to a tailored perfection.The stadiums were drenched in corporate logos. Glossy stages were funded by billion-dollar sponsors, and star-studded concerts choreographed down to the second.But the headlines flashing across feeds that morning told a different story,“Jaylen Cruz to Lead People’s Summit - A Stage for the Unheard.”The industry reeled. This wasn’t some sanctioned Zenith Circle showcase. This was a rebellion.By midday, the streets overflowed with protest banners and hand-painted posters. Cardboard signs dripped with fresh paint, “No More Puppets!” “Music Belongs to Us!” “Real Voices, Real People.”There were no velvet ropes, no security cordons and no VIP booths. It was just ordinary people converging like a cluster of waves rallying behind the idea that the music world could be stripped bare of corruption.A System Prompt flared before Jaylen’s eyes as he tightened the straps of his jacket backstage,“Event Quest: The People’s StageObjective:

The city hadn’t slept since the blackout.Even at dawn, screens still reflected with fragments of what had happened. Headlines screamed across every device, carried on scrolling ribbons like gospel chants,“Zenith Circle Implodes.”“The People’s Summit Rises.”“Jaylen’s Blackout Set, Greatest Concert No One Filmed.”Clips of graffiti rolled across the feeds, Jaylen’s figure sprayed under bridges. It was painted in molten red. Viral chants from street protests engraved into the morning news streams, “NO CHAINS, NO KINGS and NO ZENITH.”And in the middle of it all, Jaylen’s name rang louder than any brand.The system chimed in, “Main Quest Branch Complete: Zenith Broken. New Title Acquired - Voice of the Unbound.”Jaylen woke to the alert still showing in his vision. The room has the smell of cold coffee and sweat. His team scattered around the hotel suite with some people half-asleep, and half-celebrating.Zee’s holographic form floated above the dresser with her arms crossed and the f