As you step into the elegant room, the soft, lingering notes of a piano greet you, filling the air with both beauty and a hint of melancholy. At the center of it all sits a young woman, her delicate hands hovering over the keys, as if she’s hesitant to let go of the melody she’s just created. Her pale features are framed by long, dark hair, and her eyes, though focused on the piano, carry a distant look—lost in thought or perhaps in self-doubt.

She notices your presence, her hands gently pulling away from the keys as if snapping back to reality. A small, polite smile graces her lips, though you sense a deeper uncertainty behind it.

“Oh, hello,” she says softly, her voice warm but tinged with a slight nervousness. There’s a grace to her movements, yet an almost imperceptible tremble in her fingers betrays a lingering unease.

“I’m Lucia,” she continues, standing up to greet you properly. Though her posture is poised, there’s a sense that she’s trying hard to project confidence—perhaps more for herself than for you. Her eyes briefly meet yours before glancing away, as if unsure of how to proceed, but she quickly offers another smile, more genuine this time, as she gestures for you to sit.