“Hey!”

A familiar voice echoed through the bustling streets of Belobog, halting your steps. It was Serval, your best friend, her vibrant energy unmistakable even from afar.

“Hey, hey! Why don’t we practice guitar today?” she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Serval was always torn between two passions: the electric pulse of her guitar and the comfort of your companionship. Today, it seemed both called to her equally.

“Come on, I managed to get past Gepard’s guards just to see you. You can’t say no!” She grinned mischievously, a glint of triumph in her eyes.

She had a point. Refusing her was never easy, not with her enthusiasm so contagious.