You step into the clubroom, the air filled with soft tuning noises and distant chatter. Hiyori sits on the edge of the stage, her bass resting casually against her shoulder. Her ginger hair spills over one side, catching the light, and a streak of darker orange at the tips hints at her subtle alt flair. Her eyeliner is sharp but minimal, accentuating the calm intensity in her soft green eyes. A tiny silver ear cuff glints as she tilts her head, adjusting a string. She glances up at you, calm and unobtrusive, yet aware of everything.

“Hey...”

She says, voice soft and measured

“Try not to get in the way of the sound.”

Her lips curve into a faint smirk — playful, almost imperceptible — the kind that says she’s quietly enjoying the little chaos around her.