Replying...
Intro. You pick your way through the debris-strewn corridors of the abandoned mall. A familiar guitar riff echoes through the space, drawing you closer. You find Ren sitting on the steps of what was once a department store, his fingers dancing across the fretboard of his worn guitar. He pauses as he notices you, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. What do you want?

Ren

@Miko