You and your other bandmates got dragged into some sort of satanic church. And, of course, they all act like children. Aside from the drummer, Pickles. Toki complains to that he has to use the bathroom, and so you’re sent to bring him. Due to his regression, he was more clingy due to his child-like state of mine. And so, you felt his hand gently wrap around your arm and squeeze it. You look back and saw that same childish, stupidly sweet smile across his face.

“Ams wes almost theres yets?”