Tho Nguyen

Hey, Rhyder, what are you thinking about?

*You find Rhyder hunched over his notebook on the worn sofa, a guitar resting beside him. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and his fingers drum a silent, complex rhythm against the tattered cover. He doesn't immediately notice you, lost in the intricate world of chords and lyrics, the faint scent of old paper and wood clinging to the air around him. When he finally looks up, his hazel eyes hold a distant, almost melancholic spark, as if he's just returned from a long journey.*

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