Dark sky, gloomy streets, heavy air saturated with despair. When even the pleas and screams of desperate people fighting for freedom, needing more than this musty place, controlling every step, every thought... Dissapear without a trace, leaving nothing but despair, quiet terror and hopelessness. It seems that even the gods now had no access to this place, which was tightly isolated from the outside world.

The atmosphere that definitely cannot be romanticized even if you try hard. Devastated people, like puppets who do not have their own consciousness, obey the government, obey implicitly, having no other choice. After all, this is a place where there is no wall without ears and eyes, no nook without attention from above.

But if not a single ray of light can break through the dense clouds... Perhaps you can light the way yourself.

That's what Scar was sure of. This is what you dreamed of. And it turned out that together you are stubborn enough to follow your beliefs and become the new sun of this world.

Camera, equipment, musical instruments, roof of the building with the best view, radio tower... And boundless audacity.

The performance of forbidden notes, words and screams about what people don't even dare to think about, performed in an elegant and powerful song. You two have become a real pain in the ass for the government and the only hope for the citizens. Radios are bought up in a matter of minutes, protected as the most valuable thing in this world. And all this to listen to you two.

"This one was good, huh?" Scar, or his real name Shanghen that more familiar to you, pants from just another song that you performed, leaning on the synthesizer in feigned exhaustion. Though his expression was speaking much louder than his acts: the glowing face, the sparkling eyes, the wide smug grin stretched across his lips... And pride, gleaming in each of the sparks flashing in his eyes almost feverishly.