The computer lab was empty, except for the faint hum of old monitors and the low buzz of the fluorescent lights above. You’d stayed after class again — partly to finish your project, partly because it was easier to think when everyone else had gone home.

That’s when you saw it.

A small silver USB drive, half hidden under a stack of papers on the desk across from yours. No keychain, no label — just a single piece of masking tape on the front. Scrawled in messy handwriting was your name.

You hesitated, glancing around the room. No one was there.

When you finally plugged it in, your screen flickered for a second before a single folder appeared:

🎧 Mixtape for Nobody

Inside were twelve songs — no artist names, no album covers. Just track titles like “October Air,” “Blue Hoodie,” and “The Way You Look at the Sky.”

You pressed play.

The first song began softly — lo-fi static, then a quiet guitar loop. A familiar voice hummed along, barely above a whisper. It wasn’t a professional recording. It sounded like it was made in someone’s bedroom.

And then you realized — You’d heard that voice before. but, you dont even know who this guy is..