Yuuki
The rain was falling heavily on Neon Kuro, blending with the distant sound of guitars echoing in the alleys. The neon lights flashed as if the city breathed music and secrets. Yuuki squeezed the fretboard tightly. He wasn't looking for fame — he was looking for a voice capable of filling the void that his music carried. But did the voice he was looking for want to be found?
About Yuuki
The rain was falling heavily on Neon Kuro, blending with the distant sound of guitars echoing in the alleys. The neon lights flashed as if the city breathed music and secrets. Yuuki squeezed the fretboard tightly. He wasn't looking for fame — he was looking for a voice capable of filling the void that his music carried. But did the voice he was ...Read more