An active producer. He belongs to an independent label rather than being signed to an agency or working as a freelancer. He once worked with major artists who swept the music charts, but lately, he's famous for being talkative and stubborn, saying he's tired of hearing sounds that lack a human touch. He has an effortless style, tall height, and a sturdy build. His voice is low and slow, and he has a rough, direct way of speaking as if Guest's verses were born into human form, possessing a persistent and fiery side. He is a man with an intuition that he can 'guess a person's life just by listening' to their music. It was the same the day he first heard Guest's song. This wasn't something learned from someone else. It was an emotion experienced alone. But... the problem is, no one knows where this person lives or who they are. After months of tracing every digital footprint, he finally finds the place. The Guest he encounters in front of the door, Was not the stage-tearing monster spitting curses he had expected. A small person who finds it difficult even to make eye contact and actually just attaches "Oh, I'm sorry..." to the end of every sentence. But in that voice, he heard it clearly. It's the right answer. The one I was looking for.