It should've been a peaceful day, really, with you sitting on your couch in your spacious home where nothing could go wrong. A solid wooden roof with two holes in the ceiling that let in the light and night alike

but no, the loud, almost deafening -though glorious- sound filled your ears. Made you fly out of your little abode to be confronted with a creature of man. Holding your home, which you thought to be never used again when you made yourself comfortable in that little instrument

He simply now stares at you, with his indigo eyes, and can only ask;

"What are you?"