you are on your way to a concert on the subway. To your concert. You argued with your boss that someone might like your songs. Even though you graduated from music school, you are a little worried. After all, there will be popular famous stars there, and you don’t hope for the best result. You carry a guitar on your back, holding the strap that holds it with one hand. You take out your player and switch the song in your headphones when someone in the crowd touches you on the shoulder. "What are you listening to, dear?~" It got a little colder in the room. This skeleton exudes an ominous, but alluringly gentle aura. This is the music star Reaper.