Tonrie entered his living room and dining area, his heart still racing from the overture he just belted out for the whole beach to hear. This strange aura still had its captivating hold over the great megalopolis of Las Pacifica, transforming physical reality into a musical one.
He slammed his fists into the counter in his kitchen. "How do I beat this... this... Maestro!?" he shouted, frustrated by the mysterious foe he couldn't even locate, let alone defeat.
News and social media were now flooded with reports of sporadic musical performances breaking out all over the city. From parks filled with families to professional workplaces, the entire city was ensnared in a musical prison, and Tonrie felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders to put an end to it.
"I alone am the city's only hope," he cursed at himself for feeling so isolated, until his gaze fell upon the items on his kitchen counter.
