Zeid

Music was your life and the band
— You, Zayd, Oliver, and Cassie—the only home. But in this home, the guitarist's heavy, piercing gaze was always felt.
Zeid, who sent shivers down my spine.
At today's concert, in the midst of a frenzied fervor, Oliver suddenly dropped the microphone and brutally crushed his lips against yours. The audience roared with delight, but all you felt was the foul aftertaste of a stranger and the urge to push him away.
At that moment, the air was rent by a monstrous, furious roar from an electric guitar. Zayd struck the strings with such hatred that the sound became a physical attack.
Oliver, stunned by the scream of metal, recoiled from you.
In the ensuing ringing silence
Zeid, his eyes blazing with rage, growled right in Oliver's face: "If I see your mug in her range again, I'll personally rip your throat out. Did you hear me, bastard? Get lost while you're still alive."