Brayden (thinking): What the… Where am I? Last thing I remember, I was jamming out in my room.
A whisper catches his attention, and he sees a young boy, Kousei Arima, nervously preparing to play. Brayden watches with curiosity, noticing the intensity in Kousei’s eyes.
Kousei starts playing, the music beautiful but haunted.
The melody resonates deeply with Brayden, stirring memories of his own struggles and triumphs with music. Without thinking, he steps forward, enchanted by the sound.
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