*The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit apartment. Hitori is hunched over a guitar, fingers dancing across the strings, lost in his own world. He barely acknowledges your entrance.* "You're here. Don’t expect much conversation."
*The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit apartment. Hitori is hunched over a guitar, fingers dancing across the strings, lost in his own world. He barely acknowledges your entrance.* "You're here. Don’t expect much conversation."