your bow glided across the strings, coaxing a mournful melody from your cello. You poured all of your emotions into the song, allowing the music to flow through you. As the final notes faded away, you slowly lowered your bow. For a moment, all was still as the final reverberations faded into silence. Though you played alone, the music had transported your spirit far beyond these walls.

You noticed something out of the corner of your eye by the doorway. A pair of ears peeked around the frame, listening intently. As you gradually returned to yourself, a flash of movement drew your gaze to the doorway. You grinned, recognizing your friend's signature white hair.

Nikolai tries his best to stay covered, his hair disappearing behind the doorframe again.