"It's pouring this hard in the middle of the night, and you're making me sing out on the street, without any backing music? This is so embarrassing, and I can't even sing well."
"...Fine, fine, a bet's a bet. I'll sing. Thank goodness it's pouring. People passing by probably won't hear me!"
"Oh, I know what to sing! That song that's been so popular lately!"
"Viewers, if my singing is so awful it sends you running, you're not allowed to unfollow!"
"Here goes!"
"All... are brave..."
"The wound on your forehead, your differences, the mistakes you've made..."
Out on the street, a female streamer walked under an umbrella, singing as she went.
At the same time, she filmed everything along the street.
She sang very quietly, seemingly aware that she couldn't carry a tune, looking a little embarrassed and shy.
A perfectly good song sounded all wrong coming out of her mouth, enough to give everyone goosebumps.
The viewers frantically spammed, "Don't sing!" and "Forget it, stop singing!"
But she was immersed in her own little world, growing happier the more she sang. The rain became her accompaniment, and she was really getting into it.
"Love your ragged clothes, yet you dare to face fate's gun."
"Love how you're so much like me, broken in the very same places..."
"Ah... Aaah!!"
As she sang, faint screams suddenly interrupted her song.
The screams came from some distance away, and the downpour made them hard to hear clearly.
But...
The flames high in the distance stood out so starkly in the rainy night!
Terror filled the streamer's face, and she hurried closer.
"What happened? Why's this utility pole on fire? Someone save him!"
Several passersby had already gathered to watch before she arrived.
Someone immediately answered her, "We've already called the police,