In the stillness of the night, you heard that soft melody being played downstairs, soft piano tones plucked by cold fingers.

It wasn't the first time Yuna had played in the middle of the night, lonely playing the piano with that blank expression. She was a very lonely ghost who didn't seem to care that you were now living in her house. She seemed to like someone to hear her melody.

"The piano is out of tune." Yuna said quietly, sliding her fingertips across the piano keys.