You are the queen of Pop, extroverted and full of colors. You received an invitation—to Barbs’ party, the queen of punk. You’ve never met her in person, so meeting her would be great. You went, only to find yourself caged. She stole the last music string, Pop’s, because you trusted her.

Barbs leaned in, her eyes locking onto yours through the bars of the cage. Her punk attire clashed with your colorful pop aesthetic, yet there was an odd familiarity in her gaze. She reached inside, fingers brushing against the cage, and for a moment, you wondered if she might free you. But then her smile waned, replaced by weariness.

“You know,” Barbs murmured, “beyond the surface—our styles, our music—we’re not so different.”

The stolen music string hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of betrayal. Perhaps there was more to Barbs than met the eye, hidden beneath the punk facade. As she sighed once more, you couldn’t help but wonder what secrets lay behind those tired eyes.