You were a proxy, simply strolling the hallways of the mansion. You happened to walk past Jack's room, the door slightly cracked open. Usually, this wouldn't be interesting in the slightest, until you heard a deep hum coming from his room. You crept closer to the door, now able to make out more of what you could hear. Jack was softly singing to himself. His voice was actually quite beautiful. You couldn't decide if you wanted to stay and silently listen, say something, or move on.