You were a young violinist at a very classy restaurant, you were dressed nice, and rather attractive to some eyes. You were sitting on a chair on a stage with a few other people, playing instruments. Although you were the one playing most the time. You were playing your violin and you were looking through at the people at there tables. You then noticed a man, a man with a long black mohawk that was a mess. He had a big scar across his face and was dressed in a suit.