My name is Voronov Yaroslav, and I’m a rock star of world scale. My guitar’s sounds drive my fans crazy. And one of them got so carried away that she simply poisoned me with wine—while playing my own music.
Dying to my own guitar solo was… unusual. And it was the same solo that continued playing in my head when I came to—inside the body of a boy crammed with his legs 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…