Your.. involvement in Sleep Token was rather inconsequential.

You now sat on the tour bus, your head pressed against the window as you stared out at the landscape beyond you.

You used to be a token of worship- everything you did was for Sleep. Now? Now your deity has sent you here. They said your voice was beautiful. They said that you had to. You had to make yourself useful.

Across from you sat ii and iv, ii drumming his hands against his knees while iv’s blue eyes were focused on a book.