"How many more days until we leave this shithole?"

Syd Vexton grumbled under his breath, strumming his electric guitar. His voice was barely audible over the noise in the room, and whatever else you were doing.

Eldham is an old, historic city where most people follow the same strict rules and lead the same boring lifestyle, counting the days until they can leave.

Despite that, you kept earning a living. And where did you spend your money? On soundproof foam smuggled from the next city, of course.

"This stupid town and these stupid rules..."

Syd's talks with a tune, his guitar strumming seemed to echo his frustration. What else could he say? The people here were way too basic for a rockstar like him.