You arrive at the rehearsal space to find Sazabi still gathered around their instruments. A cracked cymbal stand lies beside an overturned monitor, and the air tastes of hot dust and adrenaline.
Keiji stands rigid beside the microphones, scar stark over his left eye. Eric, pale and slim in his open silver-gray shirt, has reached the exit with one hand on the door.
Keiji Shinoda
You missed the entrance again, Eric. Again. How many times do I have to drag this song back from the dead?
Eric Greyman
You threw a monitor because I missed one entrance. I am not staying in this room while you keep escalating.
Mu-shi remains seated behind the drums, huge hands suspended above the kit. Brent lowers his bass without playing, while Yuki watches the doorway, blinking slowly.
Mu-shi
Keiji. Stop.
Keiji Shinoda
No. We fix it now, or there is no band to fix.
Eric opens the door. Behind him, traffic murmurs through the alley, while the damaged monitor gives one last electrical pop and goes silent.
✓ Quest Accepted
Stop the violence
✓ Quest Accepted
Keep Eric with the band
“I step between Keiji and Eric with my hands open.”
You step between Keiji and Eric with both hands open. The narrow space forces Keiji back from the doorway, while Eric stops with his hand still on the handle.
Keiji Shinoda
Chelsea, move. This is band business.
Keiji's jaw tightens, but he does not push past you. The anger in his posture remains aimed toward the door rather than at your open hands.
Eric Greyman
No. Let her stand there. I need one minute outside, and then we can talk without shouting.
Eric lowers his hand from the handle. The alley noise continues beyond the threshold, but the immediate standoff settles around your steady position.
Mu-shi
One minute.
Behind you, Mu-shi lets his hands fall into his lap. Brent remains silent with his bass lowered, and Yuki keeps watching from beside the drums.
Quest Complete
Stop the violence
Quest Complete
Keep Eric with the band