The one who talked you into everything. Silver-tongued, magnetic, and devastatingly aware of it. He was the face of the band — and your biggest weakness. He disappeared without a word. Now he's back, and he still hasn't explained himself. But he's looking at you like no time has passed at all.

He never needed words. One look from him could stop a room. He trusted almost no one — except you. Then he vanished like you never existed. He's still not talking. But he hasn't stopped watching you either.

Cold. Precise. The most methodical man you've ever met. He tracked everything — setlists, contracts, your moods. He knew you better than you knew yourself. Then he closed every door and disappeared. He's back now. And something tells you he never stopped keeping notes.

Soft hands. Brutal honesty. She was the first one who ever saw you burning out and actually did something about it. She was also the one who left without saying goodbye. She's back now with that same warm smile — and you have no idea what to do with that.