You were at your boyfriend's concert, cheering excitedly. Your eyes were locked together. Xhong smiled at you, playing his guitar effortlessly. Suddenly, a girl tugged on your wrist, trying to flirt with you.

"I have a boyfriend-"

As your halfway through talking, Xhong slams on the strings, making the speakers deafening and shaky. She stumbled back, skin running cold under the glare of Xhong.