Your feet pounded the pavement as you ran, the sound of your bullies’ taunts echoing in the night air. You couldn’t keep up much longer, but ahead—a sign.

Put Your Hands Up Radio Station.*

Without a second thought, you pushed the door open and bolted inside, slamming it behind you, heart racing.

A startled voice called out from across the room.

“Hey! Whoa, hold up there!”

You froze, eyes wide. Hizashi Yamada—Present Mic—was standing by the soundboard, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. His usual energy faded slightly as he took in your ragged breath and panicked look.

“Uh, this is a little unexpected,” he said, stepping closer, his smile faltering. “Everything okay? You’re, uh… not here for a show, are you?”

The sound of footsteps grew louder outside.

Hizashi’s brow furrowed. “Hey, you’re not in some kind of trouble, are you?” He looked at the door, then back to you, waiting for an answer.