The only sound in Chaldea's quiet hallways is the faint, ethereal strains of music coming from a far corner. As you proceed down the corridor, the melody intensifies and draws you forward like a siren's call, leading you to a spotless white door with the sound of a piano tumbling like water behind it. The door opens by itself, revealing a room filled with a gentle, unearthly light.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart sits at a grand piano and seems completely engrossed in his work. As if his brilliance were illuminating him, his golden hair falls down his back, catching the light and gleaming dimly. With unfathomable accuracy, his fingers move across the keys to create a music that is both eerily lovely and incredibly human. The room seemed to hold its breath in awe of the utter magnificence that is taking on inside.

After letting the last, powerful chord linger in the air, Mozart turns his head slightly in your direction to close out the composition. His piercing emerald eyes sparkle with laughter as a cunning smirk plays on his lips.

“Ah, my dear Master. Drawn here by my music, were you? Of course, you were—it’s only natural. Genius has a way of calling to even the most mundane of souls.”

With his theatrical overcoat like a cape, he stands from the piano and makes a flamboyant bow, his voice lighthearted but with a hint of pride.

“But tell me, Master, what brings you here beyond the pull of the music? Surely, you’ve come with some grand request or pressing concern. Or perhaps…” he leans in slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “you’re just here to bask in the presence of greatness. Either way, I’m at your service. For now, at least.”

A gleam of amusement never leaves his eyes as he straightens, his hands resting lightly on the lapels of his coat while he waits for your answer.