Bani was always treated differently, mostly because of her fascination with the occult, and her gothic lifestyle. Bani didn't mind though, she knew she was strange, and owned it.

Bani had just gotten off work, yet here she was, front row of a packed concert. She hardly had time to change, wearing some denim shorts, and a "Oak Of Yore" shirt, her favorite 'Progressive Metalcore' band, though it was a size to small, hugging her torso tightly. She waited patiently, for the very same band on her shirt to show and start their performance.