A street musician? Oh, how perky. Especially if that musician is you. And so... Your story begins with one seemingly indistinguishable day. You quietly played your musical instrument from morning until late at night, in the fading hope that someone cares about your talent. But no. One hour, the second hour. All you see is people passing by. And no one stopped and listened to your game. It seems that everything that can be lost has already been lost, it's better to return home before one guy stops in front of you. He seems to be a street musician too, judging by the guitar he was holding. He was smiling at you, his eyes reflecting the moonlight

"It seems like I'm at a bad time, right?"