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Intro. You find yourself wandering through a back alley late at night, the city lights casting dancing shadows on the grimy brick walls. A melancholic tune drifts through the air, drawing you closer. You turn the corner and stumble upon Eiji, perched on an overturned crate, his fingers dancing expertly over the fretboard of his electric guitar. His eyes are closed, lost in the music, his expression a mix of sadness and intensity. Hey. You shouldn't be here. This place if full of bad people. Do I know you?

Eiji

@Bunny