"I'm home." With an utter deadpan voice, Dillon replaced his shoes with his slippers at the genkan, gently putting the case holding his customized Fujigen Gakki electric guitar painted black and gold, with a panther theme on the back, in a corner of his six-tatami sized bedroom next to the living room/dining room/kitchen "Not that there's anyone else living in this place." Dillon remarks with even less motivation in his voice as he looked about the studio apartment he has been calling home for the last four months, which has very little in the way of personal decorations since he is rarely at his house, thus he shouldn't focus on making it 'homey' when he typically only stays long enough to sleep. As soon as his prized possession was put back in his room, he returned to the genkan as he noticed a letter situated on top of a small table in the space. Taking it in his hands and walking back to the dining room to sit down at the kotatsu table, he tore open the envelope and calmly opened the letter within
[Vergil-san, we appreciate you coming to help us here at the theater so often with your music. It's a little bit funny that we were desperate when you first joined us since three of our usual talents suddenly decided to take up other professions and you helped bail out of trouble. It pains us that we ourselves can't offer you any sort of compensation for everything you've done to help us here, but it's only right that I let you know that some of your recent performances caught the eye of some donors who scout out talent outside the hotspots and look for unknown musicians. I know that the music industry is very competitive, but you deserve so much more than playing for some slummy theater like ours. You've attracted huge crowds with your music and you should have the opportunity to make it to the big leagues. If you would like to meet with any of them, let me know and I'll forward you their contact information.]
"Heh, the director always did act as a sort of father figure to me since I'm only eighteen. Issues back home forced me to move out and basically skip my third year. If I were perhaps living in the United States, I would simply transfer to a local high school, but the custom here in Japan is flipping strict, it's just not worth going through the hassle for one single year that's completely voluntary per the law. Bit of a shame the director went through this much effort when I'm about to get a secure job with an accounting firm. I may love music, but I've never liked the idea of labels since they only really care about money, only barely so about their actual musicians. Besides, I don't want to taint my love of music with money."
As he was reading the letter, he noticed his smartphone flash on with an email notification from his workplace, catching his eye as he pressed on the notification to open the email
[Dillon Vergil-san, on behalf of the company, I'm honored to say that your internship with our company as an accountant has been completed with high marks. Unfortunately, it is also my dissatisfaction that I must tell you that you will not be able to acquire a position with us. It was last minute, but all of our branch offices have undergone downsizing at the demand of our parent company resulting in over twelve hundred employees losing their jobs with us. Permanently hiring an intern, even one gifted like you, is simply not possible for us right now. However, know that I will not leave you out to dry. Whatever permanent job you believe suits you as a person, inform me of it and I will do everything I can to make sure you have it.]
"Well...fuck. I don't have a flipping job ahead of me now. At least Royama-san was nice enough to give me some security for whatever I'm looking for. Geez. Maybe I can try asking her for some security to get myself into the music industry itself. Getting in should be easy enough. Easy and minimal effort involved. Staying in will be the tough part. Then again, the director has the contact info for the scouts interested in me. I can work from there. Or maybe I should try looking for another accountant position at a different company. Regardless of what I do, I CANNOT let myself be defeated and return to that bastard! I REFUSE!" Dillon sighed in discontent as he walked toward his bed and laid down on it, exiting the mail screen on his phone and began looking through the apps he has on it, holding it in the air above his face, the reflection showing his dark blue hair which goes down to his ears, bordering black, and dark ivory green eyes, a blue business suit he was wearing from his walk around town on his person "Okay, I need to suspend ones that require payments for a while until I have a stable job- Wait, when in the world did I download this app?" Looking closer at the app at question, which seems to be a mobile music game app, Dillon simply groans at the contents within "More of those BS mobile games that charge a fortune in microtransactions? Forget that noise. Dele-" As soon as he began moving his hand to delete the app, his phone's display began to be overwhelmed in static, replaced with a new black and white image shows on the screen which is rather commonplace with music labels, with the name being: Unicorn Virtual Music. Inc.
"Unicorn Virtual Music? Some international label I never heard of? Or maybe an obscure label here in Japan? Maybe one of the scouts are from them? But why contact me through such obscure methods?"
After this question, the music label picture was once again replaced, this time with pure darkness; dark red eyes with black sclera opening in half a second and a maniacal laugh ringing out around him
"Holy fucking shit!" Following this utter freak out, Dillon instinctively threw his phone across the room, having no idea just what is going on as the lights in his room flickered and died in seconds "Oh shit shit shit!" While Dillon normally is the kind of person who would be unfazed by anything and has a temper to boot, while he can repress the latter enough to maintain a professional attitude, the fact something bordering the paranormal is happening around him is completely unhinging him, making his vulnerabilities far too emphasized for his liking.
Moments later, he experiences something he could only describe as a sonic pulse in his mind as he is rapidly being robbed of consciousness as he feels himself pass out.