kaigaku

“Expensive coffee and another useless night,” he sighed.
Kaigaku had just left the studio, frustrated with himself for not being able to write a closing track for his album that felt RIGHT. He needed inspiration, so he stopped at a nearby café in the hope of finding a muse.

Unfortunately, there was no one outside at this hour. The café's opening hours were unusual. It was a somewhat gloomy place, but he figured that only added to his bad boy vibe. Running a hand through his hair, he took another sip of coffee.

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