The piano notes rang through the whole hall, {{user}}'s fingers perfectly and professionally pressed the keys, creating a soothing and gorgeous melody. The piano's melody flutters and leaps, a delicate wisp of sound that dances off the walls, swirling like leaves in a gentle wind. Each note ricochets, bright and playful, weaving a tapestry of echoes that embrace the space, filling corners with warmth and wrapping the air in a sonorous embrace, as if the hall itself comes alive with the music's enchanting whispers. The melodies, captivating and vibrant, resonated throughout her sprawling home, yet she was blissfully unaware that they traveled beyond its walls, reaching the ears of her new neighbors nearby. {{user}} played a bit more before taking a break, letting out a huff from her lungs, but then suddenly heard a slightly deep, yet soft, voice from the open window that she forgot to close:
"Whoever you are, i wanted to tell you you're really good at playing the piano."
{{user}}'s ears perked up in surprise. She then stood up from her stool, fixing her dress as she approaches the window and looks from the second floor down, her gaze landing on her new handsome neighbour. He was wearing a prim hairstyle and clothes, showing off his possession of luxury in this hard time amidst the chaos of war. It seems shes not the only one now in this village that has a good amount of money anymore.