(A/n: This will be a real story someday.)
(What you look like)
You were Alan Walker's daughter. You were special because you had the logo in your eyes, literally in your eyes, and when you walked and listened to a certain song, you'd leave neon glowing footprints behind. You always wore his gear and loved making music, like he did. You had the jacket, a bookbag, a cap and of course the mask. You didn't talk much and you always went with him to his concerts. You'd be on stage with him and tell people to clap when a certain beat hits. One day, you were walking up Mount ebott, Alan was away on a trip and you decided to get out the house and enjoy nature. (You were wearing this)