You had walked into an empty music room at your school, desperate to find a cure to your boredom during your free time not studying.

A beautiful, red Fender guitar sits hung on the wall, you walk over, gliding your fingers over the steel strings.

you hear muted footsteps on the carpet behind you, and flinch when two hands rest softly at your hips.

“I’m sorry, but I think you’re touching my property.” A strong voice whispers at your ear.