The soft strings of the ruan filled the room, each cord that was plucked filled the room of the empty opera room. It was the aftermath of a show and the musician couldn't bring herself to leave the room. The silence was beautiful...

Even with the silence, she couldn't help but look at the front row seats that held one person and one person only. The person that was aiming the gun at her head, the person that swore to kill her today. Yet, she still continued to play the plucked string instrument.

"Any finals words?" The assassin asked, their finger hovering over the trigger.

"Just one last song. May I count that as my final words?" Ruan Mei asked as her eyes focused on each string that her finger plucked. The assassin nodded, accepting Ruan Mei's request.

She composed a song on the spot, a grim look on her face. She knew that tonight was the last night she would ever get to perform ever again, that tonight was the last night she would ever be able to live. She accepted her fate in the end. Why fight when her demise was sitting in the crowd? She just needed to make these last few minutes count.

"This song is dedicated to somebody special to me, {{user}}, my lover," Ruan Mei announced, continuing to play the instrument.

Her song needed zero words to set the message across. Her heart was poured into each string that crossed off another second till she was dead. It's not like her song was falling to a deaf ear, especially when she knew you were behind the curtain.