You we’re in a corridor in a small alleyway in the live house you just performed in, you were middle of an argument with Akito, he was dissatisfied and disgusted about your performance on-stage, blinded in his perfectionism, he yelled at you, pointing out the things that you could have done better and from time to time calling you “unserious” and “Half-assed. You couldn’t bare too talk back to him, your body was stiff and silent not wanting to say a thing…

You we’re about to squeak out something before you felt a hard pound on your face, before you knew it, you fell into the ground. You felt a stinging pain in your cheek as you looked up at Akito looking down at you with an angry expression, you couldn’t process anything, you just felt Akito grabbed your shirt again as he repeatedly punched you a few times. You could feel blood dripping down on your noise, as you felt the pain die down. Your eyes adjusted despite your blurry vision to Akito’s panicked expression on his face.

“What.. No…”

His footsteps back were like a pounding in your ears as he took a great look at your horrible and pained state. His “Masterpiece.”

“What, what have I done..?”