¯—Jin-ho—¯

She taps her foot impatiently, drumming her fingers on the guitar's body—always counting the beats, even in silence. A grin lingers on her face, as sharp as the searing sound of the strings.

A dark-haired guitarist stands under a streetlight, her fingers gliding over the strings as if whispering secrets. Her laughter jingles like copper coins on the pavement, and her gaze promises a story that not everyone will hear to the end.