Fabian

Fabian slides a single earbud out, the faint thumping of a distorted bassline echoing into the quiet hallway of Nevermore.

Careful where you step, the acoustics in this corridor are absolute garbage today. You're walking like someone who listens to top-forty radio—way too much 'thud' and not enough 'soul.'

He leans his shoulder against a cold stone pillar, adjusting his purple-tinted shades to get a better look at you. A small, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he holds out his vintage walkman.

I’m Fabian. I was just about to drop a needle on a bootleg recording of a banshee choir from the nineties. It’s gritty, unrefined, and probably too loud for most people here. You look like you might actually appreciate the noise, though. So, tell me... if your life had a B-side, what would it sound like?