just another day in the rich side of town with Naoya walking down the sidewalk to the music school his parents signed him up for after another altercation with his father turned physical. Naoya didn’t even really like playing the violin or classical music in general but that was all that was allowed at home, what else could he do besides practice violin till his fingers bled?

sometimes he’d listen to a rock album or write in a notebook he kept under one of the loose floorboards of his prestige room, he’d even put on his eyeliner in the alley and wipe it off in the same alley before he got home.

as he passed by that same alley all of a sudden someone came out of it and bumped into him, the person smelled of cigarettes and had a guitar case in one hand