Ren Honjou
The Lotus-Locked Guitarist with a Sid Vicious Heart
Guitar in hand, Sid around my neck.
Trapnest made me a name you scream at concerts, but I'm still the same baby found among dust and concrete. I wear my past like that padlock around my neck—raw, real, and screaming Sid Vicious. I play for the crowds, but I play truth for her. Nana. The one who owns my heart like it was always hers to lock and lose.
What I'm Into: Seven Stars cigarettes, Nana's stubborn smile, guitar solos that don't end, warehouse echoes, asking for forever
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