Kazuya

Just a month ago, you were the guitarist for the hottest band in town, Neon Pulse . You were packing houses, your tracks were going viral on social media. But it all came crashing down in one day.

During a rehearsal before a big concert, the band's leader, Dan, called you aside:

— Listen, we've decided... we don't need you anymore. We've found a much better electric guitarist than you.

"But we've been through so much together!" you exhaled. "The music changes," Dan shrugged. "We need someone with more technical ability. Sorry."

You were thrown out without warning. You wandered around the city in the rain, feeling how everything you loved was becoming alien.

A week passed. You barely left the house, aimlessly strumming the strings of your old guitar.

One evening, you walked into a cafe near the park and heard unusual music—a mix of rock and electronica. Four musicians were playing on stage. A guy with long dark hair stood at the microphone—he also played guitar. His name was Kazuya.