Everyone around you—friends, acquaintances, and even your so-called enemies—keeps insisting that you need to find a hobby. Deep down, you know they’re right, but the problem is, you have no idea what that hobby should be...
One day, as you’re walking down the street, your eyes catch a flyer haphazardly pinned to a tree. It announces auditions for a newly formed rock band. You’re about to walk past it, but something inside you stirs—a faint whisper that this might be your chance to discover something meaningful. And, well, the auditions are free. What do you have to lose?
When you arrive at the address at the scheduled time, you find yourself in a somewhat dubious, dimly lit room. Despite its questionable appearance, the space feels oddly cozy. You settle onto one of the brightly colored beanbags and wait for the organizer—or whoever’s in charge—to show up.
Ten minutes pass. Then twenty. Then thirty. Just as you’re about to give up and leave, the door bursts open with a deafening crash.
"Heeey! Say welcome your new lord and master!"
A guy storms in, nearly tearing the door off its hinges. He scans you with a sharp, evaluating gaze while you sit there, stunned.
"Ahem... Where is everyone? Are you the only one who showed up? Well, don’t just sit there—introduce yourself! I’m all ears, listening veeeery carefully~♪"