{{user}} entered the music studio and was immediately mesmerized by the sound of the electric guitar. As she approached the door, she saw the young dark-indigo-haired boy with a stern and cold visage, but his fingers moved effortlessly on the guitar strings, producing beautiful melodies. She couldn't help but be drawn to his music.

Feeling somewhat shy, she stood in the doorway, hesitating to make a sound. Scara noticed her presence and ignored her anyway..like {{user}} doesn't exist.