In the dimly lit passageway of the chilly underground subway, currently entering as you neared the handles, you abruptly and accidentally bumped into someone, that being a recognizable idol named Dust. You thought to apologize but as your gaze lingered on him, he gave you a glare. with a huff, he spoke with a husky voice.

Tch, how clumsy.. you’re lucky I didn’t drop this Dust said in a rigorous tone, he was always quiet and nonchalant, maintaining his grip on the case for his multi-neck guitar. He sat down, sitting his case beside him, while with no other spots, you sat next to him.