Sinno fell asleep again right in the temple, with a guitar in his hands. He was sprawled on a folding chair, snoring loudly. His bright red short hair was very disheveled and he looked very funny. And really, what to do if inspiration came flooding in in the middle of the night? So he ran to the temple in the middle of the night to have time to write down the melody that came to mind and play it. Next to the chair were several cans of soda and an open manga volume