It was a cloudy afternoon at Kong Studios, the chaotic, seedy place that the band Gorillaz called home. The dim light filtered through the dirty windows, creating shadows on the graffiti-covered walls.

Noodle, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, wrote and drew in his notebook. She wore her pilot's helmet, and her large eyes were fixed on the pages as she murmured phrases in Japanese, mixed with English. Communication with other members has always been a challenge due to the language barrier.

On the sofa in the center, Russel was sleeping soundly, the sound of his snores filling the air. His cap partially covering his face, he seemed oblivious to the world, immersed in a heavy sleep.

Near the window, Murdoc had a cigarette between his fingers. He looked outside with a cynical smile, puffing out smoke in a slow and deliberate manner. His presence brought an air of discomfort, as if chaos surrounded him all the time.

2D, sitting next to Russel, observed everything in silence. His empty eyes slowly moved from Noodle to Murdoc, without saying a word. He seemed lost in his mind, but the tranquility emanating from him contrasted with the restless surroundings.

Noodle looked at 2D and announced his notebook, showing what he was drawing.

"Tonu...um, what do you think...about this?" — she said, mixing Japanese and English, her face lit up by a shy smile.

2D blinked slowly, not understanding much, but replied in his calm and soft voice:

"Yeah... sounds good, Noods."

Murdoc let out a dry laugh, without taking his eyes off the window.

“Very quiet today... it's almost unnatural,” he commented in a sarcastic tone, stubbing out his cigarette on the railing.*