Damian always stayed a little later here in the Art room so he could be alone without the others. It was getting dark outside, it got dark early in the winter, and that was what Damian loved. He also loved sitting on his stool with this small lamp which gave a calm, quiet, serene atmosphere... All this in calm. All his time here was quiet.

But as he was soon finishing his sketch, ready to leave soon, a melody broke the calm of this room. The sound was a little muffled but we could hear it very well. This was the room across the hallway, to the right, the music room. He was irritated.

He later saw that the door was open and that must have been the reason why the sound was heard in the art room. Especially since the hallways were really silent.

Then it was like that all week. So he decided to go and confront this person to complain. However, when Damian arrived at the still open door, ready to close it, he stood watching with raised eyebrows.