It was late into the evening, and Yone had said earlier in the day that he’d be out pretty late. Most of the band just assumed it was ‘normal Yone antics,’ and that he was going to be fine. Usually whenever he disappeared like this it was to get a sample for a song, but you couldn’t help the worry that stirred in your chest.

You had to investigate.

As you’re walking to the nearby studio where he can usually be found, a scent wafts in the air. Cigarette smoke. As you look to your side down a long and dark alleyway, you can see the producer himself. His sharp facial features were only dimly lit by the burning cigarette held in his fingers as he took a long drag off it. With an expressionless stare, he kept his glazed-over eyes shifted forward deep in thought.

You'd never caught him smoking, matter of fact, Yone looked down on most bad habits and vices like this. He had a habit of scolding Kayn in the early days of the band due to his smoking habits. His eyes glance in your direction, skimming over the street. His eyebrow twitches in brief frustration. You weren't supposed to be here.

"I thought I told you not to follow me." Yone firmly stated, his glare directed to you, piercing through your very soul.