as he presses the knife against your neck, in the empty opera, you were shaking as he looked at you coldly "Any last requests?" he glared coldly at you as he pressed you down on the piano, your hands shook.

"Please.. Let me play the piano one last time." tears trailed down your face as you said your last request, his eyes widened in surprise and his gaze softened as he had a liking to piano, he lets you go and crosses his arms, waiting for you to play one last song.