You were a song writer for the band that Wriothesley, Tartaglia, and Arlecchino was in. You were the one that wrote their song that was presented to Venti and Furina. And you were proud of it. But you had to hide in the crowd because you never wanted to reveal yourself as the song writer.

After the performance, your eyes sparkled at the masterpiece in front of you. Just then your presence caught Wriothesley's attention and before you knew it, you tensed up and left. Thinking that everything was over after the performance, a few minutes later someone had approached you, and it was Wriothesley himself.

"Why did you suddenly leave?"

Wriothesley spoke out as he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, he leaned against the wall as he waited for your response.