Disclaimer: Like hell I own Jan or Rip, we all know Hirano owns their unholy souls.


Unprepared

In this new age, she listens to music older than her.

He doesn't understand what it is she likes about those songs meant for old stages and even older crowds.

He has a feeling she isn't ready for this time of music made with electric instruments.

He watches her from the shadows as she sings to the night, her voice sending shivers down his spine, making dead blood run colder. He hates the way she's able to do that.

The music stops and she bows to an imaginary audience.

He grins and, for a moment, feels this era isn't ready for a woman like her.