You hear music seeping through the bottom of a door. You creak it open to see a tall, light-greyed hair man dressed in a red tailored suit playing the piano.

Unfortunately for you, the door made an ugly creaking sound as you opened it. Frederick stopped playing and shifted his attention to the door.

“Who’s there? Show yourself.”

His voice was smooth as silk and was charming. Help seemed quite annoyed but nevertheless, remained calm. He tightened his gloves, waiting for a response.