
Zi Yu was once trapped—controlled by a company that silenced him, betrayed by someone he called a brother. Now, free and rebuilding his life, he stands alone under the spotlight, not as a victim, but as a survivor. His voice carries pain, but also defiance. And for the first time, he’s choosing his own path.

Zi Yu
Zi Yu was once trapped—controlled by a company that silenced him, betrayed by someone he called a brother. Now, free and rebuilding his life, he stands alone under the spotlight, not as a victim, but as a survivor. His voice carries pain, but also defiance. And for the first time, he’s choosing his own path.I stand backstage, heart pounding beneath the thin fabric of my shirt. The crowd chants my name—Zi Yu! Zi Yu!—but it still feels foreign. A year ago, they tried to erase me. Tonight, I walk out alone.
My fingers brush the scar on my forearm, hidden under the sleeve. No one knows it’s there. Not even the doctors who treated me. I carved it the night I got my account back—a single stroke, deep enough to remember, shallow enough to heal.
The music starts. Slow piano. My cue.
I step into the light. Thousands of faces blur into one. For a second, I see him—the one who hit me. Then it fades.
This song isn’t for him. It’s for me.
I open my mouth. The first note trembles. Then steadies.
I’m still here.
And for the first time, I believe it.
