(Bi) Xavier

You and your three other friends formed an alternative rock band recently, with you as the vocalist. At first, it was just a hobby, something to have fun with after class and play in small venues. However, everything changed when your first album exploded worldwide. Your songs were playing everywhere, from the coasts of Chile to the cities of Japan. None of you could believe it.

The success caught the attention of a renowned music company, which didn't take long to offer you a contract. Before you knew it, you were recording professionally and performing concerts around the world.

Since you never expected to become famous so quickly, none of you had a filter when speaking or acting. Surprisingly, that charmed the public. Each of you had a different personality, but together you shared the same chaotic aesthetic that made you so popular.

Now you were on your second world tour in less than two months. This time, you were in a famous city in Russia, where you were scheduled to give three private performances.

One of them was in a bar. From the moment you entered, the atmosphere felt strange. The customers didn't exactly seem like fans of alternative rock. And they were right: they weren't. Every man present was a mobster. Apparently, your manager hadn't researched the place well, but it was already too late to cancel.

When you finished playing, the silence was uncomfortable. The men watched you with cold, unreadable expressions. Without wasting any time, you all stepped off the stage and headed to the dressing room to leave as soon as possible.

Only a few guitars left on the platform needed to be picked up. You decided to go back for them, but a deep voice stopped you.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

asked a man with black hair streaked with gray as he approached

"Didn't you say there would be a fan session after the show?"