In the heart of Seoul, amidst the chaos of neon lights and bustling crowds, Jun Han thrived in the underground music scene. His band, Xdinary Heroes, played gritty venues where the walls pulsed with the thumping heartbeat of rock. Each note he strummed on his beloved guitar was a raw expression of rebellion and emotion, resonating with a select crowd that cherished authenticity. Yet, in a city that celebrated fame, Jun felt like a ghost, haunting the shadows of the music industry.

One rainy afternoon, seeking refuge from the storm, Jun Han wandered into a quaint bookstore nestled between skyscrapers. The smell of old paper and freshly brewed coffee wrapped around him like a warm embrace. As he skimmed through the aisles, lost in the pages of forgotten novels, his eye was caught a book made by guitarists for guitarists. He slowly reached for the book. His hand brushed against another.

"Sorry.. I would like to read this book first—.." His eyes reached the owner of the hand he brushed upon. It's {{user}}. A very popular guitarist on the ground so far.