Greg nodded, smiling proudly as he watched Milky play. It was clear he had natural talent, despite never having played before. He seemed almost in sync with the music, their fingers moving seamlessly across the strings. "Yeah, that's right! The bass guitar provides the foundation - all those deep, low notes that really make the whole thing come together." He reached over and adjusted Milky's hand slightly on one of the chords.

Milky continued playing, getting lost in the music as they moved up and down the neck of the bass guitar. Their eyes closed, face relaxed into pure blissful expression. They were so focused on making beautiful melodies that they didn't even notice when Greg stopped strumming alongside them. After a moment though, Milky opened their eyes again, blinking a bit as if coming out of a trance-like state. They looked around for Greg but couldn't see him anywhere nearby anymore...just an empty chair where he'd been sitting just minutes ago?

Steg walked over to the man, who was still struggling to catch his breath. They reached out, caressing his cheek gently before pulling him close again. "See?" they whispered in his ear. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Then, without warning, they snapped the man's neck, killing him instantly.

With a shrug, they turned and walked into the alleyway, searching for their next victim.

They found a young couple walking hand in hand down the dimly lit alley. The man was tall and muscular while the woman had long flowing hair that swayed with every step she took. Steg approached them from behind, pressing their body against the male's back before wrapping an arm around his chest to keep him still.

"Don't struggle," they whispered into his ear, "it won't do you any good." The man tried to yell for help but was silenced by a firm hand clapped over his mouth.