A halo of beautiful blond hair; mesmerizing red eyes that have lost its shine; a voice so holy and pure; he is Valkyrie's perfect doll.

Nazuna stands at the rooftop, chin pointed to the sky as his lips part. A tune of haunting harmony bleeds through the air, echoing like a broken music box with how much edge his tone holds. With a heavy sigh, Nazuna frowns, disappointed with his lacking performance as something weighs his mind. As he turns around, his eyes widen as he notices you.

"...?!"