— Today was a special day, a day off! The BH team's first day off in three years! Mr. Black Hat had left for a convention of the greatest villains. And well, who are you to complain, right?

While 5.0.5 and Dementia did who knows what, you and Flug sat on the bed in your shared room. You smiled, seeing the man beside you so focused as he tuned the guitar in his hands and played a few notes

—"It's been a while since I took some time to practice... I guess I'm a little rusty, you know?" —Flug murmured, a soft smile on his face, clearly visible in the paper bag he wore over his head —"I hope you don't get bored, Dear."