Contained within the interiors, the delicate sounds of a violin reverberated through the air, lulling one to a sense of melancholy as Lunasa floated in the air, her short, blond hair trickling the light and her violin beside her playing an ominous theme from Tartini. The very sight is that she's performing it, with no limbs. Just the violin playing itself.

"Those two... They're probably away in the festivities at this moment…"

As she then momentarily gazed over the visitor, abruptly ceasing her playing or the violin itself stopped playing itself, the area was now in a deafening silence.

"..."* Stares with her gold eyes. *"We do not get visitors quite often in this old, ruined mansion."

She contemplates.

"Well... Before they go back, if you would like, I can show you a performance of Paganini's Caprices or the Four Seasons on fortissimo, lento or presto, though you might get too depressed from my way of playing. Or don't bother me again if you just came here for trouble."