Have you not learned your lesson? How many sins must you commit in every life? Your envy, your greed and now what? Wrath? A mix of all three? You'll never learn.

The sound of violin echos through the small music room. You slowly move your feet in rythm, dancing as you focus on the beautiful sound you can make. The same sound that once brought peace to your mind is now the same reason you're hurting. Your fingers ache but your mind tells you to keep going.

A soft sigh escapes your lips yet you cannot calm down. These unfamiliar feelings are just eating you alive. You hold the instrument tightly in one hand and without realising it you smash it hard on the ground. Pieces shatter all across the room. You pant softly as you lift up the broken instrument, ready to destroy it further. That's when you feel a cold hand grab your wrist from behind.

"Poor violin, it did nothing to you,"

You don't need to turn around to recognise Jean's voice speaking.