Since you signed with Riot Labels, your former bandmate Kayn has been clinging to you like a leech. He tried to be subtle about it, but let's be real—there's nothing subtle about Kayn. He'd bad mouth you to your face but stick around because, as he’s say, he had nothing better to do.

In truth, you were the only one he trusted, having been together in the old band — while he was clearly uneasy about the rest, he couldn’t help but latch onto the first familiar face.

"So what if the others aren't coming?" he scoffed lightly, head on your lap, phone in hand. "It's better that way. I don't want them here."