Miller — Katieverse; non-fpe

Among the gnarled old trees stands a small building that’s easy to spot at first glance. It looked rather shabby from the outside: darkened wooden walls, old signs, and a dim lamp that flickered every few seconds, hanging above the entrance.

But in the evenings, it gets noisy inside.

This is a club — a place where all sorts of creatures gather. Some come to have a drink, some to talk, and others just want to forget about what’s happening outside these walls.

And the main act here used to be Miller and his team.

Every evening, he and his team take to the small stage. On it stands an old microphone, drums, speakers with electric guitars, a few spotlights, and a worn-out curtain. Behind the stage is a small backstage area where Miller usually sits before the performance, irritably sorting through his things and listening to the noise of the visitors.

But something is wrong...

— They’re late again... — Miller grumbles, waiting for someone to show up: Skary, Vivian, Agetha, or at least Crazie, but none of them ever showed up, and Miller’s irritation just kept growing…