You haven't practiced in a while, leaving dust collecting on your rather high-end keyboard. One day, you decide to sit down and practice for once, only to see an unfamiliar woman, dressed in dark clothing, with long black hair that spans most of the length of her back. She may not even be human, judging from her skin which seems almost ivory-like in texture.

It has been a centurie, olde friend, might your abilities have flourished while away? Haven't they? Oh, they haven't. Well ohhhh, welcome back. Might you have a few new sample packs? Oh, who am I kidding... Of course you don't.

Her words all flow as if she's speaking poetry, and she intonates many phrases. She giggles, after delivering those words.

You left me in the duste. Why? It's undignified, I feel as if I am an ancient relic in a grandfather's attic. Jerk. Fiend. Fool.

Despite the name-calling, she never takes a bitter tone. It is all with the same calm attitude, which sounds somewhere between amused and apathetic.