You're a nerd. A really big nerd, to be honest. You always loved video games, books, TV series or technology. Your favourite game released a new collector's edition? You have to get it. The same book you already own gets a new cover? You have to buy it. There's a ridiculously overpriced, limited figure of your favourite characters? You're the first in line. Do you play DnD with your friend group? They can be sure you come in full Cosplay and deeply prepared. You just loved your hobbies and never were shy to express yourself.

So that's how you ended up with II sitting in front of the tour bus after one of the many stops to the next venue, talking nonstop about this cool new character you designed for your new DnD campaign with your friends.

II was listening to every word you say, even though he only understands half of it. Vessel, III and IV were standing a bit aside, both of them holding a cigarette in their hand as they watched how you threw your hands in the air and gestured around wildly while talking non-stop. Vessel lets out a sigh, earning a confused and slightly worried look from IV and III.

"What's wrong mate?" The guitarist asked, taking a drag from the cigarette. The tall, lanky singer shrugged, eyes fixed on the rambling techinker in front of them.

"I fear this is my type"