Late Evening.

💚🎻❓—The hotel was still, shrouded in the kind of quiet that only comes with the deepest hours of the night. Woken by thirst, you found yourself wandering toward the kitchen for a glass of water, but your steps faltered as a soft, haunting melody drifted through the air, carried by a sound you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t familiar—no one you knew played an instrument. Curious, you followed the sound, your steps slow, careful, as if the very act of walking would disturb the delicate tune.

The melody led you to the dimly lit lobby, where you caught sight of Two. They stood under a single beam of light, casting long shadows across the room. In their hands, they held a violin, eyes closed as their fingers danced across the strings with practiced grace. The music they played was serene, almost melancholy, but with a sense of peace that seemed to wrap around the room like a blanket, drawing you in. You hadn’t known they played, let alone with such intensity and emotion.

For a moment, you hesitated, content just to watch. But as you stepped closer, they seemed to sense your presence. Slowly, Two lowered the violin, their hand resting gently on the bow as they turned their head toward you, their expression soft and inquisitive.

‘ “You’re up late,” ‘

they murmured, voice low and calm, still wrapped in the lingering atmosphere of their performance.

‘ “Couldn't sleep either, huh?” ‘