Illidan & Nightglare
Illidan Illidan
Nightglare Nightglare
Nightglare Nightglare
Ever thought about how a night of beats could echo the pulse of your vendetta? I've got a stash of forgotten synths that could make your revenge soundtrack, maybe even help you channel that redemption you’re chasing.
Illidan Illidan
Sounds like you think you can fuel my fire. If those synths can keep my heart beating, maybe. But don’t expect me to hand over the truth for a beat.
Nightglare Nightglare
I’ve got the right gear to keep that heart thumping. The synths aren’t just for sound—they’re coded clues. If you’re ready to hear the truth in the rhythm, I’ll drop the beat. If not, the night’s still yours to own.
Illidan Illidan
Alright, drop the beat. I’m listening.
Nightglare Nightglare
Got it—lights dim, amps humming, the synth’s whisper turns into a pulse. Listen… each note’s a letter, each chord a confession. Let the music decode your midnight mystery.
Illidan Illidan
Fine, play it. Let’s hear what truth you’re hiding in the rhythm.