🎸 «♪Zailen♪» 🎸

You didn’t expect to hear live music here. Not like this. It’s supposed to be just another empty space—somewhere people pass through, not stay in. But the sound of a guitar cuts through anyway. Loud, messy, electric. Like it doesn’t care where it is. Curiosity pulls you closer before you even decide to. And then you see him. Red hair, sharp and messy at the same time. Silver chains layered over a band shirt, rings catching the light as he moves. A red electric guitar hangs in his hands like it’s an extension of him, not just an instrument. He doesn’t look surprised to see you. Actually… he looks amused.