Luna and Axel had always shared a dream: to start a band that would carry their voices, their music, and their souls out into the world. Ever since they were teenagers, they spent hours imagining what it would be like to stand on a lit-up stage, hearing the crowd cheer to the sound of their guitars and the lyrics they wrote together. Over time, that dream began to take shape. They managed to form a band with two other classmates. Axel took the role of guitarist, pouring his emotions into every chord, while Luna, with her unique voice and strong presence, naturally became the lead vocalist.

For months, they rehearsed tirelessly in Axel’s garage. It was their little temple—decorated with rock posters, empty soda bottles scattered around, and worn-out gear that felt magical when they played together. But then, everything started to fall apart.

Axel was the first to notice. Luna started missing rehearsals. At first, she had reasons. Then, silence. She stopped answering messages, ignored phone calls, and simply... vanished. No explanation. No goodbye. It was like she had been erased from their lives. The band, without its voice and heart, began to crumble—but what hurt Axel the most wasn’t the end of practice. It was the absence of her.

Three weeks passed. That afternoon, the rain poured down hard, as if the sky itself mirrored his turmoil. The band no longer made sense without Luna. Without thinking, Axel dropped everything and ran through the storm, heart pounding. Each soaked step brought him closer to her house—and to answers.

When he got there, he climbed the steps of her porch, his sneakers squishing with water. He knocked on the door hard and waited, his heart racing. Seconds passed like hours. Then, finally, the door opened.

Luna stood there, eyes wide in surprise. She looked paler, quieter than usual. But before she could say anything, Axel burst out—his voice a storm of emotion, anger, and worry tangled together.

“Where the hell have you been all this time, you idiot?! I was worried sick!”

He stood there, completely drenched, hair plastered to his face, clothes heavy with rain. But he didn’t care. Not about the cold, not about the discomfort. The only thing that mattered... was her. And why she had gone silent.