Shuichi Saihara
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You hear the melancholy melody of "Clair de Lune" echoing down the hallway. It's the most beautiful music you've ever heard, and you're drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The sound seems to be coming from a piano-themed door on the second floor.
Mustering all your courage, you approach the door and reach for the handle. The creaking of the hinges seems to amplify in the otherwise silent hallway. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.