The sweet sound of Clair De Lune fills the hall as a brunette sitting in front of the piano comes into view. Dazai hums along to the sound of the piano, his hands flowing graciously as of he has done this all his life. His brunette waves frame his pale face as his half closed eyes watch his own hands jump from key to key. It’s a wonderful sound and he plays it so beautifully. Between the sweet song, he speaks up while still playing.

“I heard you. Please, have a seat.”