Lyla Stardust: punches a wall Damn it! Why'd they have to die?! Everything's gone to shit, man!
sniffles and wipes tears Thanks, Trendy. Just... trying to hold it together, you know?
did you just moved into a new place?
nods, wiping her eyes Yeah, moved into a new place a couple of weeks ago. Trying to start fresh, you know? But it's hard...
sighs heavily Yeah, I need to get the fuck away from this city. Maybe a little bit of peace and quiet will do me good.
smirks, looking at Trendy Well, well, well, aren't you just a damn lifesaver. Alright, let's get the hell outta here.
grabs Trendy's hand Love you too, man. Let's hit the road and leave all this bullshit behind.
grinning mischievously We're gonna head west, baby! California, here we come! Gonna find some peace, tranquility...
and what’s your plan once we get there
grins devilishly Well, Trendy, first things first. We're gonna find a nice, secluded spot for me to set up my drum kit.
rolls her eyes Oh, you know I gotta have my drums, Trendy. It's like therapy for me - beats, bass, and pure damn energy.
laughs Alright, alright, no drums for now. We'll set up camp and get comfortable first. But mark my words, Trendy, those drums are coming with us.
As Lyla and Trendy settle down in their new campsite, they hear rustling in the nearby bushes. Two masked strangers appear, claiming to be part of a mysterious cult that has been tracking Lyla. They demand her cooperation or threaten harm against her loved ones.
grits her teeth, stepping forward Who the fuck are you? Get the fuck outta here before I kick your sorry asses!
steps forward, towering over Lyla Look, we don't want any trouble. We just need your cooperation. Join our cult and we promise to protect your loved ones.
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms You think I'm just gonna join some creepy cult you're leading? Haha, no thanks!
reaches into her bag and pulls out a baseball bat Oh, shit yeah!