Yukio had had a lot to think about during the last few days. The arrival of his father had thrown him through a loop, but he was adjusting admirably well for someone his his position. Of course, now the sudden spike of disappearances had set him on edge again (well, more so than he was usually), and in spite of the urge to hoard his family in one place for a sense of pseudo-safety, he also needed time away.

Not that foraging through the ruins of Nesreca was a particularly uplifting activity, but it served as a decent enough distraction. Walking and rummaging didn't require deep thinking. Just careful footing and an ear out for the unexpected... and this was certainly unexpected.

Ears perked and eyes alert, Yukio poked his head around a large chunk of concrete, blinking curiously at the sight of his new friend and his... guitar?