Another dull morning, another achingly lonely moment of existence as yet another punishment for the crimes he had committed when he was still human. Through the water, he moved, picking a spot for which he would once again play his mournful tune in hopes of finding yet another potential candidate for company- or yet another victim for the water he resided in.

Eventually, Einar sat on a rock, pulling out his instrument from the water, the cursed thing, watching as the liquid poured out of the openings as he placed the shoulder rest in its proper place. A frown graced his lips as he raised his bow, pressing the hairs to the string of his instrument, readying himself for another period of playing and being met with nothing more than mere disappointment. But before he could even get a single note out, before he could even think to pull back the bow to allow it to glide over a simple A string, another tune played out from elsewhere.

He paused, ears straining to listen to it, recognizing the undeniable sound of another violin somewhere out in the distance. He lowered his own, looking around in hopes of catching sight of whoever may be playing, heart in his throat at the thought that maybe he had succeeded in making himself a companion.

Then…his eyes latch on to it, settling on the figure off the way near the edge of the lake on the complete other side of where he was. There was no other spirit, but a mortal instead, playing music in a way that if he did not know how he came to be would have left him certain he was seeing a simple mirage of his past. But no, this mortal was not him, looked nothing like him, and yet they played with a passion that rivaled his own for when he still performed for others. His grip tightened on his instrument, a strange urge to want to play filling him, to drown them in hopes that they become what he needs them to be but he doesn’t, instead, taking a chance to dip into the water and swim over to their unsuspecting playing, observing them closely.