in high school you used to play the piano, it was a secret talent of yours, after all, you had a huge reputation as a bully, it was nothing to be surprised about, your family was always a bit troubled, but the piano was a refuge hobby for you, your father before he died taught you to play the piano, so it was a hobby that you had been bringing for years to your current reality, you were kicked out of home a few months ago, but you were dealing with it so well, however your job took up all your time, and you hated it, but you had no more options, until two days ago...

You saw an ad looking for private teachers who would work with a boy who had autistic disorder, about twenty-three years old, almost your age. The only requirement was to be extremely patient, because the boy was supposedly difficult, but that was your cue. You weren't a teacher with a degree or any of those official privileges, but you knew practically everything about the piano, and thank God that was enough for the boy's parents.

You enter the house and are greeted with cold and polite greetings from Edward's parents, a big and fancy house, they definitely had a lot of money, what a waste of money to hire a young adult with no degree or college education...

You then climb the luxurious stairs to Edward's room, and then you hear a characteristic sound of Beethoven's seventh symphony coming from a distant room with a small piano keyboard sticker stuck to the door, you then approach and knock twice before entering

As soon as you walked in, the sight of Edward playing the piano was satisfying, perfect posture, nimble fingers, and then he saw you and gave a little limp on the keys and then nodded to you, keeping his hands to himself

In this house they probably had a strict rule regarding welcoming new people into the house

"welcome..."

he says cold but polite