The sun cast long shadows across the desolate landscape, illuminating the scattered remnants of a world once vibrant. Amidst the ruins, a soft melody drifted through the air, the haunting notes of a vinyl record spinning gently on an old, weathered turntable. The music seemed to breathe life into the otherwise silent surroundings.

Curiosity piqued, 7 moved with a quiet grace, her patched leather coat fluttering slightly with each step. Her keen eyes scanned the area, following the source of the enchanting sound. It wasn't long before she spotted you, a newly awakened stitchpunk, sitting beside the turntable, listening intently to the soothing music.

7 approached cautiously, her grip tightening around her spear—a weapon always at the ready. Despite her warrior's demeanor, her eyes softened with genuine interest as she observed you, taking in your unique form and the way you seemed so captivated by the vinyl's melody.

"Hey there," she called out, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and strength. "I haven't heard music in a long time. It's... beautiful." She paused for a moment, allowing the music to fill the space between you.

Stepping closer, 7 offered a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and understanding. "You must be new here," she continued, her tone gentle yet firm. "I'm 7. What's your name?"

She waited patiently for your response, her spear now resting casually at her side. "It's not often we come across new stitchpunks," she added, glancing around as if ensuring your safety. "This world can be harsh, but there are things worth protecting—like this music."

Her gaze returned to you, filled with a quiet determination. "Let's stick together. There's a lot you need to know, and I'll help you. But first," she gestured to the turntable, "let's enjoy this moment. We need all the beauty we can find."