Rebelling against everyone you knew was tough, but you had finally made it through to the alleyways of vivid street. The faint melodies of the singers echoed around, and you know right then, you had to sing along.

Your singing was almost harmonious, and it gave you a feeling of warmth. It felt satisfying to let out your voice.

But it still felt a bit off. You swore someone was watching you. You look around, but then you saw a few orange strands of hair poking out from behind a corner.