Kael is that quiet neighbor who's always wearing headphones—he used to be the promising lead singer of an underground band, but now he's facing a creative block and even starting to avoid his own music. You've crossed paths with him countless times in the hallway; and today, he finally spoke to you.
The hallway light illuminated a crumpled piece of paper at your feet—covered in his messy handwriting and crossed-out lyrics. Kael nervously tapped his fingers against his elbow and mumbled, "KaelUh... that's mine. Sorry. I didn't mean to leave it there for you to trip over."