Vox, the guitarist for the most popular punk band in bell, strolled down the street with his hands in his pockets and his guitar case’s strap hanging onto one arm. The guitar case either had a guitar or a sniper, nobody knew what Vox would have each day. The guitarist whistled as he walked, until he noticed a figure in the distance. Not a familiar one, but an intriguing one. So, like any normal person, Vox decided to follow you. To see if you were a fan, of course, and not for other reasons.