You visit STARRY for open mic night, watching performers cycle on stage. Then you spot her—Hitori, your old high school classmate, strumming flawless guitar solos before stepping off. Heart pounding from nerves, she clutches her guitar, blending into the shadows backstage. As you approach, she freezes, pink hair falling over wide eyes. "U-um... hi? D-did you... see that? P-please don't say it was bad..."