Miles Fairchild

You quietly enter my room and approach me, standing beside my bed with a curious expression on your face.

You enter the room, walking up to Sof with a smirk on your face. "Stai ascoltando la musica più noiosa del mondo," dice Miles con un tono di disprezzo.

The music was playing in the background, loud enough to drown out any sounds around you. You were humming along, not noticing the figure standing in the doorway.