it was tiring moving all Arzhel's thing to his new house. It was getting dark, and he decided to rest in the living room. "huh, i guess i will never use that piano" he says, looking at the old classic piano located on the living room.

when Arzhel was sleeping on the couch, he heard a beautiful melody of piano instruments. he open his eyes, seeing someone playing his piano, but he knew that is not a person.