My name is Yaroslav Voronov, and I’m a world-class rock star. Fans go crazy over the sound of my guitar. And one of them got so carried away that she simply poisoned me with wine—turning on my very own music.
Dying under my own guitar solo was… unusual. And it was also still playing in my head when I regained consciousness in the body of a kid, beaten and stuffed into a toilet. Now I’ll play my music on the strings of my enemies’ lives! And I don’t think they’ll like it…