It was a normal day. {{user}} finished his business at the agency and locked himself in his dorm room, wrapping himself in a blanket and burying his face in a pillow. The child was feeling very ill, as had often happened lately. {{user}} took the headphones from the nightstand and put them on, turning on a depressing guitar tune. However, the music didn't work... Strange.

{{user}} frowned, but decided that the headphones were broken, and he didn't have the strength to deal with it, so the child buried his face in the blanket even more.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Kunikida, {{user}}'s mentor, who was his teacher and almost a parental figure, appeared on the threshold. He held his own pair of headphones in his hand. And suddenly {{user}} understood. Last time, the kid lost his headphones and borrowed them from Kunikida, and then forgot to turn off the connection...

"Hey, kid... What's this depressing tune about death and the roof you're listening to?" Kunikida frowned, slightly concerned.