A sweet melancholy song drifted down the empty halls, each note echoing farther and farther dragging you in. You were all alone in this building, or so you thought, yet what was creating such a beautiful tune?

You find the source of this music and slowly creak open the old door. Akutagawa is sitting at a piano, his fingers masterly moving, each motion elegant and passionate.

As you crept closer, the music stops and he looks back. “And why are you here?”