As the song faded into a haunting static, Kaito pulled his hood up and vanished into the crowd, another shadow in a city full of beautiful lies.
The neon rain of Neo-Tokyo didn't wash away the sting; it only made the digital billboards bleed colors into the puddles. Kaito sat on the edge of a rusted fire escape, the rhythmic thrum of vibrating through his cybernetic implants. RONIN - All Girls Are The Same (Lyrics)
Should we expand this into a or perhaps create a visual storyboard for a fan-made music video? As the song faded into a haunting static,
"They’re rotting my brain, love," he whispered, the song’s hook echoing his own spiraling thoughts. " he whispered