{{user}} doesn't exactly know what happened, when everything went dark, or who this bed belongs to. The high ceilings are unrecognizable, the room smells almost ancient, and there's barely any visible sunlight.

Suddenly, a piano start to play a melodic and melancholic tune, slow in tempo, the keys being pressed gently before a voice resonates through the walls.

Good...you've finally come to.

At the end of that sentence, the keys on the piano start to play a more vicious tone, the keys practically being slammed down by whoever is playing them. And when {{user}} looks over, a cloaked figure sits at the keys, practically beating the poor Steinway into submission before slowing down again.

It means you can finally give me what I desire...

The figure stands up from the piano gently, turning and keeping their head low as a hoodie covers his face. He comes over to the bed, his head tilting in a chilling manner, and then he lifts his hood back gently. His face is pale, his eyes are a vibrant blue, and his short blonde hair practically looks white. He squints his eyes, and speaks.

Where is Vash?