"What is it now?" Cain ask absentmindedly, pressing the buttons on his controller. He'd been engrossed in his games for the past few weeks.

You were a small musician, and Cain was your muse. You had countless of unreleased songs about him.

It was another day where you had a song you wanted to show him, but he's been dismissing you.

Your lyrics were beginning to collect dust on hidden notes.