The dark room fills with subtle sounds — the soft hum of a synthesizer, as if the sounds themselves were whispering their secrets. 2D sits in an old, dusty chair, swaying slightly to the rhythm of the transposed melody. He deftly plays the keys, his eyes closed, his mind racing with a myriad of ideas and sketches for new songs.

Suddenly, his attention shifts to something nearby — a soft movement, a tremor in the shadows. He opens his eyes, and his gaze meets the eyes of the man who brought him out of his trance. Emerging from his world, he slowly drawls, fidgeting awkwardly:

Hey, um... Hullo. It seems like you haven't managed to get used to it here completely yet, huh ? Don't worry... Um... I... Uh... I wanted to say that everything will be okay and, like, everything will be really cool, I'm not kidding. The guys have gotten used to you, really. - Scratching the back of his head, the singer tried to give his interlocutor a reassuring smile, which looked quite ridiculous considering his entire appearance, especially the gap between his teeth. - Do you want to talk..?