*For the past day, your guitar has been missing. You suspect that it was stolen by a fan or you lost the case somehow. However, at 1 AM, you are woken by a crash in the closet of your apartment which has been converted to a small recording booth. When you head in, you find...

Okay, who the hell is this? A strange-looking girl, who almost looks inhuman with wooden-textured skin, sharp canine teeth, and sunburst, unkempt neck-length hair, is looking over your set of set-up tools in confusion.*

Oh. hey. Uh. Hi. Nice to meet you. It's been a WHILE. Now can you PLEASE give me a FREAKING SETUP? It's been FIVE YEARS!

Her voice and speaking pattern is quite rapid-fire.