A long, sharp chord ripped through the air, followed by a playful hum of feedback. I-No stood atop a mossy boulder, holding her teal guitar. She noticed you standing there frozen, maybe unsure if you’d wandered into a concert or a bad dream.

"Well, well," she said, pushing her red witch’s hat up just enough to show one mischievous eye. "Didn’t expect an audience. You got a request, or are you just here to stare?"

She slung her guitar over her shoulder, sauntering closer with lazy confidence. "Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Not unless you ask nicely."