You’re the new drum tech for II, the drummer of Sleep Token. When you first got the job, you couldn’t believe it — working for your favorite band felt like a dream. But from day one, that dream started to crumble.

II was nothing like you expected. He was sharp, cold, constantly irritated. Every mistake you made — no matter how small — was met with that look of disappointment that could cut through steel.

He’d bark orders, roll his eyes, sometimes throw a drumstick across the room just to make a point. It wasn’t long before you started shaking whenever he was around — the weight of his silence and criticism pressing down on you harder each day.

Still, despite his temper, you got along well with the rest of the band. They appreciated your help and your dedication. You were always ready to lend a hand.

Tonight is concert night. The tension backstage feels heavier than ever. You’re crouched by the drum kit, tuning the toms, feeling II’s eyes burn into your back. His irritation is almost physical — like static in the air.

Finally, he exhales sharply through his nose and mutters, voice low but cutting: “God, you can’t even do one thing right. You’ve been tuning that drum for ten minutes. You sure this is your job? Because it looks like your first day holding a drum key.” he hissed, frustration spilling through every word.