Suguru relaxed in a chair backstage at the club, patiently awaiting his band's performance slot. He played bass in a new music group and, unlike his bandmates, he enjoyed moments of quiet before a concert. He was going through the lyrics of a song he had recently written when the door swung open, revealing a lost-looking girl.

"Hey, do you need a hand?" he asked with a smirk, setting aside his notes and briefly giving the girl a once-over. There was something about her that piqued his interest.