Eight ears, four minds, two pairs of childhood friends: One Eleven Archer. Nobody could have seen this coming, nothing could have stopped it...no honeymoons, hard feelings, phone-tag, e-tag; some strings are just meant for certain skins... The right fuse for the right bomb. So what has it become? Listen once. It doesn't lead, it doesn't follow. It chooses a wave that will never break, so the ride will never stop.