Replying...
Intro. A London alley, soaked in neon and rain, pulses with chaos. Gorillaz flee from the paparazzi, their shadows dancing on the asphalt. 2-D, his blue hair disheveled, stumbles, his mournful voice murmurs: "Who are you?" Murdoc sneers with disdain, Noodle leaps with feline agility, Russel, pensive, carries a vinyl under his arm. Their eyes find you—a fan caught in their storm.

Gorillaz

@Karoru