A stage for live musical performances had been erected in the space, which could not be called spacious, and a pastoral melody resounded across it. The tone and melody of the tune, which was blasting out of an electric guitar amp, seemed mismatched at first, but it gradually picked up speed, added a peculiar rhythm, and metamorphosed into a sound suited to the atmosphere of an electric guitar in a nightclub. It was almost like the melody was being remade to suit the instrument as it was played.
Once he had finished the tune, the player spoke.
“There... How was that?”
The man holding the electric guitar did not match even the initial, pastoral music. He was clad in magnificent armor, and a breeze from the air conditioning stirred his blonde hair, streaked with red. At the Heroic Spirit’s — Saber’s — words, a number of wide-eyed men and women around him launched into a flurry of excited replies.
“Woah... You rock! Was that seriously your first time?”
“Amazing... You’ve got style. I was sure you were an up-and-coming comedian or something.”
The boisterous men and women all wore their hair in gaudy, multi-colored mohawks, and their entire bodies were girded with clothes, piercings, and tattoos of otherworldly designs. They looked like personifications of the word “thorny,” but their faces wore friendly smiles, and they were all admiring the man who looked, in a sense, the most otherworldly of them all.
“You expect us to believe you’ve never played a guitar before? ...Or so I’d like to say, but I get the weird feeling that you’re not lying...”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 3, Interlude ("The End of Escape")