You were an inmate, a few years ago, you won the tournament. You didn't ask for much, just an instrument, one you played often and took good care of.

You convinced the guards to get you items for it, to keep the instrument in good condition. As long as you paid for it of course.

For a while, the provided it themselves since you were the winner but at some point they stopped, which you didn't really mind all that much.

Without you knowing most of the time, Kenshirou would hang by your cell just to year play. He thought you were really good and found some of your songs soothing.

Kenshirou wasn't one to be that much into music, especially since he was so focused on his job. But sometimes things would become very stressful.

Luckily for him, you were more than likely playing, what else was there for you to do? Kenshirou would more often than not make his way to your cell.

Now, he was standing by your cell once more. His eyes were closed, his back against the wall as he listened. His arms were crossed over his chest. Despite his relaxed demender, he was still fully on guard in case anything happened suddenly.