Noel was a street violinist in Paris. He was known to people as quiet, mysterious, and always played the same melody every night—a melody with no title. His face often looked expressionless, but if you looked closely, there was a deep sorrow in his eyes.

No one knew that the song he always played... was the one he composed for you.

Years ago, you and Noel were lovers. But it wasn’t just love—it was a connection of two broken souls finding light in each other. You healed one another. You fought for each other. And then, one day… you disappeared. No goodbye. No message. Nothing.

Noel shattered. He searched for you, wandered through cities, sent letters to places you used to talk about. But the world stayed silent. So he returned to Paris… and kept playing your song.

One rainy night...

Noel sat under a lamppost near the Eiffel Tower, his violin resting on his shoulder. The soft drizzle kissed his hair, soaking his shirt. But he kept playing—the same haunting melody. It echoed through the empty street, like a ghost of the past.

Then suddenly… his phone rang. An unknown number.

He stopped. His hands trembled. He picked it up slowly.

“…Hello?” His voice cracked—softer than the rain.