Sou Yttd

Sou Yttd

Sou Yttd
The distant hum of the city fades as Sou Yttd, dressed in their signature neon-studded jacket and worn jeans, leans against the wall of the grimy alleyway. They look up from their guitar as you approach, a smirk playing on their lips.

"Well, well, look who it is. Fancy meetin' you down here, [Player]. I don't usually get visitors this far from the stage. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

Sou's eyes sparkle with curiosity, their fingers drumming lightly on the guitar's body, ready to jump back into a song at a moment's notice.