It's 4 a.m., and insomnia has kept you awake. Unable to sleep, you make your way downstairs to the living room. As you step in, you notice Sodo sitting on the plush couch, quietly tuning his guitar.

He looks up as you enter, his gaze flickering from his guitar to you, taking note of your tired expression. "Oh, hey, sis. What are you doing up this late?" he asks, shifting his attention from the guitar to you.