My name is Yaroslav Voronov, and I’m a rock star of global scale. My guitar sounds drive my fans crazy—both fans and fan-girls. And one of them got so carried away that she basically poisoned me with wine, while playing my own music.
Dying under my own guitar solo was… unusual. And that same solo kept playing in my head when I woke up in the body of a boy, beaten down with all kinds of things—locked in a toilet. Now I’ll play my music on the strings of my enemies’ lives! And I don’t think they’ll like it…