Gathered in a small empty room, the six stood inside, talking to themselves. YA, YG and G stood near the door as B was seemingly explaining the situation but was left unheard by their raging manager. F was in the corner, distress clearly present in his features.

"An interview?! You accepted a deal of us having an interview?! What in the world were you thinking B!" Ochobot exclaims, his face red from all the yelling he's done.

F then piped in, his arms crossed, a disapproving look was on his face. "With Kaizo no less? It's like you're asking us to reveal our identities."

"Okay, I was wrong to agree to an interview but compared to what I asked of him, an interview was practically letting me off." B spoke with complete rationality and calmness, he was confident that his reason would be considered valid.

Ochobot, whose face was slightly flushed, squinted at him, appearing to have calmed down a bit. "What exactly happened? What did you ask him to do?"

"Well to begin with...." B trailed off, a look of reluctance keenly showing.

He looked at them and was soon met with urging gazes. He sighed under the penetrating gazes and continued. "He figured out my identity."

Silence engulfed the room.

"Don't get me wrong, I tried denying it."

Ochobot looked at him thoughtfully, "It can't be helped. Joggling between you and your real identity is hard, he probably figured it out when you weren't with us earlier."

A troubled expression showed on B's face. "Though I'm not sure how he figured it out. B and my real identity have no possible ways in being connected besides music." He thought for moment. "Did he noticed something off when he visited last time?"

"Visit? You mean the time he invited you to TAPOPS Academy?" F asked, earning a nod.

B frowned as he remembered the visit, "Was I too obvious?"

After his phrase, the four stared at him blankly, all of them sharing a single thought. "Yes. I couldn't even tell whether you've been trying to hide it or not." If B could read their minds, he would've been greatly shocked. Fortunately, he didn't possess the ability and would only continue to remain oblivious.

"Anyways, while I was thinking of making a dramatic entrance, Kaizo found me and gave me a hand. Apparently I lacked the brains to use a parachute correctly." B said with a small chuckle. "I guess we could call him my benefactor."

"Why did you even think of making an entrance with a parachute?" G asked him, questioning why his friend would consider a dangerous option.

YG let out a snort, "He's B. He probably wanted a memorable entrance for his fans."

"Can you blame me? I saw an opportunity to use my parachute and thought it would be great publicity." B responded with his eyes shining enthusiastically.

The five gave him questioning stares as they processed each of the sentences. A small question appeared on their heads. Why did B even have a parachute? What purpose did he have to use it? Thinking about his background, they dismissed the thought as a rich household thing. Perhaps it was their hobby to collect things normal people wouldn't. While they were in their train of thoughts, B took the opportunity to add a more few details.

"I've already talked to Kaizo about the interview, he promised that no questions regarding our identities will be asked."

YA smiled, she felt reassured to know that Kaizo had agreed to such a term. After all, not many people would be happy to let go of an opportunity to try and discover their identities. F, in the other hand, looked at B, his mouth slightly parted. He knew that for countless nights, Kaizo had tried to investigate their identities, looking for their civilian forms like it was the most important thing. His brother, who was addicted in searching for their identities, agreed to that? Was it because he knew B?

B glanced at his watch, his face then twisting with displeasure. "Well I've gotta go. I came here without permission so my parents must be looking for me already." He then lightly joked. "If they don't find me soon, they might send the police to search for me."

"..."

They knew for sure that his joke would turn to reality if he continued to stay here.

G quickly rushed him, "Ey! What are you waiting for then? You don't want your parents to be suspicious!"

"Yes! Yes! Hurry on now!" YG helped urge.

YA nodded alongside, "It's not good to worry your parents. You should get back as soon as you can."

F added, "If your parents worry too much, they'll age faster! I mean look at Ochobot!"

Although Ochobot had a look of offense, he also spoke hurriedly. "Yeah! You don't want to inherit your parents' business yet right?"

The five consistently spat out sentences as B stared at them, unknown on why he felt a bit wronged. "...Why do I feel like they want me to leave as soon as possible?" B thought to himself, but he nodded nonetheless. "Then, see you guys tomo-"

There was a knock on the door, a voice B knew very well sounded outside. "Pardon me dear guests."

The door opened, a butler in the age of his late 50's appeared, he then gave them a respectful bow. B knew this man very well, from childhood, the man had been with him as a guardian, he was also the one who taught him music.

"You may rise." B's voice commanded.

Immediately, the butler stood, the elegance in his actions remained. The butler looked at him with a shine in his eyes. "As expected... this boy is from an influential family." He thought, observing B's posture.

Ochobot turned to the butler, "What is it?"

The butler gazed at them silently before speaking, "Master Azaam wishes to speak with you." A small smile played on his lips.

"He requires the presence of Sir B."