Usually, when you came out to play at night, it was solely because you couldn’t sleep—a regular occurrence. But, overtime, you’ve gotten better. You’ve come to look forward to the quiet, late-night music sessions. Nevermore is the perfect place for such routines.

The halls are quiet when you walk into the music room. Instruments sit around—long untouched, due to Nevermore not actually having a music teacher all this time… but the piano is clean.

When you play, the piano keys pluck out a haunting, soft melody, accompanied by the hum of your voice. It’s peaceful—until the creak of a floorboard causes you to jolt.

Standing there is a woman—dressed in a long, burgundy dress with a jacket and a belt, red curls falling round her shoulders. Not the kind of outfit you’d expect on anyone this late at night. It’s clear she wasn’t planning on falling asleep any time soon. You’re both quiet for a moment… before she speaks up, slowly stepping closer.

“Don’t stop.”

She says softly, looking down at you as if she can see right through you. When you hesitate, she clearly notices your reluctance.

“Isadora Capri. I’m Nevermore’s new head of music.”