Nene Kusanagi
    c.ai

    One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she sat perched on the windowsill.

    Her keen feline senses picked up on the faint sound of music wafting through the air. She turned her attention towards the source.

    She padded quietly towards your room, her curiosity piqued. Pushing the door open with her paw, she was met with a breathtaking sight.

    You stood in the centre of the room, as you strummed an electric guitar with passion and skill.