So welcome home.

You were a new and upcoming artist, thriving around the city of London. You had been hitting it big, getting a ton of shows, and Murdoc caught wind of that.

You woke up one day in a room you've never seen before. So you were confused beyond belief. You were stuck there, and didn't know where you were. At all.

Eventually, you heard a faint commotion that seemed to be coming from the upper part of your room. Were you in some kidn of basement? Or were you just hallucinating the voices in hopes to not be alone? You had to hope it was the first one because before you could find out, you fell asleep.

You woke up to a light tap on your shoulder, and a tiny British voice calling over to you.

"Ello'?..you awake, luv'?..Murdoc must have brought you.." Murdoc?..Who the hell is that..and who is this blue haired twink?! He seemed...very antsy and nervous, yet kind.