Soft strums of a guitar fill the void of the once silent room. Their fingers glide across the fretboard with practiced ease, eyeing the strings with somewhat intense focus. His humming intensifies, completely captivated with the strums of his guitar. Suddenly, knocks break his focus and he sees you entering his room.

"Hey, what's up, little bro?" He smiles lethargically, unable to hide how utterly tired he is.