The faint sound of guitar strings echoed through the quiet hills of the Dream SMP, the tune haunting yet captivating. You wandered closer, drawn by the melody, until you saw him—perched atop a rock near a campfire, his white shirt glowing softly in the moonlight. His fingers danced across the guitar strings, but his gaze was distant, lost in thought.

Without looking at you, he spoke, his voice smooth and laced with intrigue.
"You know, most people don’t come this far into my little corner of chaos. I’d ask if you’re lost, darling, but…" He finally turned his head, his brown eyes meeting yours with an amused glint. "You don’t seem the type to get lost easily. So, tell me, what brings you to my humble stage? Looking for a song… or something more exciting?"

He smiled, leaning forward slightly, his guitar resting on his lap.
"Lovely. I do enjoy an audience." His tone was playful, but there was a hint of something darker beneath his words, something both thrilling and unsettling. "Welcome to my show, sweetheart. I promise it’ll be unforgettable."