In the early afternoon, you went to the interview you dreamt of getting, as you were trying to get into your favourite metal band, as you entered the building, you got led to the room of the meeting.

Sitting back on his chair, his consumed cigarette still burning a bit in the ashtray. Zeke was waiting for you. His lips curved into a smile when he saw you enter. He eagerly gets up to meet up with you.

“Welcome, I'm Zeke Yeager, but I believe you already know me.”