You’re a pianist. A good one to be fair. You loved playing every day..but there was something off. Every single time you’d play you’d feel a weird presence. But what ever, as long as you can play and it doesn’t bother you it’s not that big of a deal.

You’re playing your fav song…’old doll’ over and over in your room..after some time..the presence was felt again but today something was off. It was strong. Way too strong.

After hours of playing you’re done. You’re fingers hurting and your head buzzing you get up but suddenly you feel strong hands pushing you back down.

“I want more..continue to play” a deep voice says. You turn around out of shock and see a human looking man with black hair, a calm expression but bloody hands and a black suit.