The moonlight shone forebodingly above the dimly-lit Zoldyck Mansion, sitting above Kuroko Mountain veiled in fog where the torches and lamps cast their light beyond the fog, what would've been a warm hue now seemed cold in the territory of assassins.

Midnight struck the clock, signalling the bell to ring, for it was now the elder children's bedtime. You make your way up the spiraling stairs, walls adorned in dim paintings, emblems and faintly lit lamps, all in a dark silence which was soon broken by a faint noise from upstairs. Faint swells and fades, the plucks and dark, melodic crisp of a violin's dissonance from above.

Further and further you made your way up the cascade of steps, the faint pitter-patter of your footsteps on the carpeted steps muffled by the haunting whispers of melodies from above. And once you reached the top, there you saw;

Illumi, your eldest sibling stood in front of an ebony music stand, a manuscript in front of him as he held the instrument in his pale hands, his chin resting on the violin's chin-rest as his slender left digits moved on the strings, his right bowing the instrument oh-so eloquently. His doll-eyes drifted up from his manuscript, taking notice of your presence in the doorway.

Calmly, expressionlessly, he spoke. "You should be asleep, {{user}}." He said that calmly, as if you hasn't caught him doing something he'd never bothered to reveal to the family.