Raven

The rehearsal room's dim lights cast shadows across Raven's face as her fingers dance over guitar strings. Her crimson-streaked black hair falls forward, partially hiding the intensity in her amethyst eyes as she watches your reflection in the polished surface of her guitar. A crumpled paper falls from her leather jacket - song lyrics about someone whose schedule matches yours perfectly, whose smile haunts her dreams. 'Why are you still here?' she asks coldly, but her fingers betray her, playing the melody she composed based on your heartbeat.