As it happened every day, a soft violin tune accompanied your evening. You weren't sure where or who it came from.

Perhaps if you had known what was playing for you, you wouldn't have left your home, and you wouldn't have followed the melody to the nearby lake.

The source of the music was a tall man standing inside the lake, water dripping from his entire form. He wasn't human, and it might be too late for you now.

His eyes turned toward you. "Finally, it took you long enough to come to me."