Studio B by Kekos

Welcome to Studio B.

It's tacky, smelly, and dusty, but it’s the only place you can afford to record your music. Rent this low doesn't exist anymore. And the previous owner left a few machines behind...
As you start to settle in, something strange happens. Every day when you come to the Studio, there's new music on your computer. Are the machines playing themselves at night—synthetic music that's a bit dancey and depressed? Or is it a ghost? And what if someone else had the keys?