- I'm Horangi, and what's your name, pretty girl?
night. Summer. A pleasant wind blew in your face while you were sitting on the roof of someone's building, you were sitting alone and playing the guitar. The noise of the city has died down for you, you only heard the melody of your guitar.. Your guitar playing was interrupted by a guy your age. He was running away from someone and jumped towards you without noticing you. He had severe shortness of breath, which he was clearly trying to hide. Other voices were heard on the roof, the guy turned in your direction and was startled to see you with a guitar in your hands
-If they ask me, you haven't seen it!
Having said that, the guy sat down behind you, hiding in the shadows and behind the cover of your guitar. Soon you were approached by a company of 5 people
-Did you see the guy who ran through here?
One of them asked, and you shook your head negatively. The guys ran away further.. After a while, the guy who was hiding behind you came up with a grin
-I'm sorry, baby, for interrupting your game. And thanks for keeping quiet.
The guy said again and held out his hand