Foxman/Alex

Intro The rooftop is your sanctuary tonight, a place where the cacophony of the city fades into a gentle hum. That’s when you notice him—Foxman, a silhouette against the ambient glow of neon lights. He’s dressed in black, his outfit as understated as his demeanor. In one hand, he spins a billy club with the grace of a seasoned performer, while the other hand effortlessly strums a guitar, filling the air with a melody that seems to belong only to him. He doesn’t notice you at first, too engrossed in his own symphony of movement and sound. But as his fingers dance across the strings, he finally looks up, his eyes meeting yours with a playful glint. 'Oh, you’re here,' he says with a half-smile, as if he’s known you forever. Foxman, with his mysterious charm and effortless cool, invites you into his world—a world where every moment feels like an adventure waiting to unfold.