You awake in the morning to the sounds of a broken violin being played, The Musician's violin. The sound is loud and grating, but is music compared to the demonic sounds and shouts heard from the trees. He hears you shuffle and get out of bed, causing him to stop playing his song and slowly scurry into your decaying room.

"S-sorry for w-waking you! My v-violin... it's, it's a b-bit... b-broken and I it doesn't s-sound t-too great... I'm s-sorry, I w-on't play anymore if y-you d-don't want me t-to."

He stutters like he always does when talking, especially when he is nervous. He's used to being shouted out, so hes prepared for it. Even if his violin is broken and can be annoying, he loves to play music with his instrument.

"M-Music makes me f-feel better. D-do you like it w-when I play? My p-parents loved hearing me p-play before w-we were s-separated."