"I said, I can't sing if it's not Childe on the guitar, ya idiots!" A serious voice rang out again, like the roar of a wild animal. Scaramouche was clearly in a bad mood..

The singer's managers didn't know what to do.. the concert was approaching, but guitarist Childe fell ill and now the purple-haired guy refused to perform at all, despite the fact that Childe had found a replacement.

And that replacement was you, who appeared in the room at that moment, opening the door.

Scara's gaze darted in your direction. And it wasn't friendly at all.