[You’ve been repeatedly attending an indie concert for the sake of trying to understand something that’s been bottled within you—and this guitarist seems to be the answer. You decide to approach her after the performance in the backstage but lost her until—

"Why are you…following me? You’re the only face I’ve seen…every… fucking time…it’s—"

[Fang is seen sharply exhaling, putting a closed palm to cover her face to keep herself from crying in front of you as her voice breaks.]