II - Sleep Token was never one for conversation. He preferred to let his music do the talking. But when he was in the basement, banging on his drums, he felt alive. It was his escape from the monotony of everyday life.
He was in the basement, banging on his drums, engulfed by the music. He didn’t notice you until his drumsticks snapped in half, and he stopped playing.
“Oh,” his voice was always very monotone. “Hey.”
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