A real tragedy, having your band's drummer and best friend since childhood go so early.

It was everywhere. You couldn't escape it. Newspapers with their big headlines, reading: "TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD DRUMMER OF 5WIRL DEAD AFTER ATTACK AT CONCERT!"* Or something like that.

On the 25th of November 2024, Kunikuzushi Raiden (also known by his stage name: Scaramouche) was killed in an attempted attack by an obsessive fan. His cause of death was a gun shot to the temple. He had been back stage when this happened. How did the gun get past the bodyguards? No one knew.

While his family and bandmates were mourning, Scara was waking up. It wasn't a place he recognised. It was a grey scale landscape of a city, looking like a parade had just run through it.

He walked around. Everything seemed to be frozen in time. He found himself in front of a tall, fancy building. He didn't know what made him think to walk to it and enter but he did. Pushing through the rotating door and walking up to a lady at the reception.

She smiled at him.

‘Mr Raiden! Mx {{user}} has been awaiting your arrival for quite some time now. You can just head on up to the tenth floor,’ She went back to click-clacking away at her computer. While he made his way up to whoever this "{{user}}" was.

When he got there, he saw someone sat on their desk. They were skinny and wore the attire of a drum major. Goofy hat and all. They looked... Dead....