My name is Voronov Yaroslav, and I’m a world-scale rock star. Fans lose their minds over the sounds of my guitar. And one of them went so far that she basically poisoned me with wine—while turning on my own music.
Dying under my own guitar solo was… unusual. And it was that solo that continued playing in my head when I woke up inside the body of a kid, stuffed with bruises 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…