Katrina Velarde Вђ” Lason Mong Halik -

Her voice filled every corner of the theater, a powerhouse of controlled pain. This was the "poison." It wasn't a metaphor for death, but for a love that ruins you for anyone else. The audience watched as she reached into the rafters, her high notes piercing through the arrangement like a warning siren.

She sang of the surrender. The story in her eyes told of a woman who knew the lips she sought were dipped in venom, yet she couldn't help but thirst for the strike. Each verse was a step deeper into the memory of a toxic embrace—the kind that makes you forget your own name just to hear theirs. Katrina Velarde — Lason Mong Halik

Then came the chorus—a soaring, glass-shattering explosion. “Lason mong halik!” Her voice filled every corner of the theater,