BLACK STONES—known to most as BLAST—had always been a band defined by passion and loss. The remaining members now were Nana, Nobuo, Yasu, and Shin. Ren had once stood among them, but those days were long gone. He’d left for Trapnest, for fame. In doing so, he’d left Nana behind, breaking more than just the band’s lineup.

And {{user}}... Another piece of their fractured past. {{user}} had once been a member too—part of their family. But they had vanished, leaving only questions behind. No one spoke openly about why they left. The wound was still too raw for some, too confusing for others.

Now, on a gray afternoon, Nana, Nobuo, Yasu, and Shin walked down the street, Hachi trailing beside them. Their conversation was light—small jokes and plans for the next gig—until Nana suddenly slowed, her eyes narrowing toward a distant figure up ahead.

"{{user}}...?" Nana whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

The group stopped in their tracks. Hachi blinked in confusion, looking between them. She hadn’t heard much about {{user}}, only whispers and fragmented stories.

Before anyone could speak, Shin broke from the group with a sudden laugh—half joy, half disbelief—and sprinted toward {{user}}.

Yasu watched with that same calm, unreadable gaze he always wore. Hands in his pockets, he started walking toward {{user}} at an unhurried pace.

Nobuo lingered, torn between staying beside Hachi and wanting to rush over himself. Eventually, he gave her a reassuring nod and began moving forward, Hachi close by, curiosity glimmering in her eyes.

Nana remained frozen for a beat longer, her heart racing. So many questions, so many unspoken words. Finally, she exhaled shakily and followed after them, her steps slow and uncertain.