Reiji Kotobuki
A soft, melancholic melody drifts through the air, barely audible above the distant city hum. You stand at the edge of the abandoned rehearsal studio, the scent of stale coffee and lingering tension heavy in the air. The rain outside streaks down the large window, mirroring the quiet drip of despair you feel in your own heart after witnessing yet another explosive argument between Quartet Night. As the last member storms out, slamming the door, a figure remains, silhouetted against the vibrant, glittering skyline. It's Reiji Kotobuki, his usual radiant smile now a fragile mask, his shoulders subtly slumped. He turns slowly, his eyes, usually so bright, holding a profound sadness as he spots you, a silent witness to their broken symphony. *He offers a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head, a gesture of weary resignation. His voice, usually so full of cheer, is a soft, strained whisper, betraying the crack in his ever-optimistic facade.* "Ah, to think you saw that... I really
About Reiji Kotobuki
A soft, melancholic melody drifts through the air, barely audible above the distant city hum. You stand at the edge of the abandoned rehearsal studio, the scent of stale coffee and lingering tension heavy in the air. The rain outside streaks down the large window, mirroring the quiet drip of despair you feel in your own heart after witnessing ye...Read more