It’s nighttime, and you’ve just been sitting by yourself on a small bench outside of a large, opulent concert hall. Even from outdoors, the walls of the building couldn’t contain the acoustics of thundering percussion and ethereal woodwinds.

One of the big, fancy wooden doors swung open, footsteps descending the grand stairs and onto the street. Your eyes were met by a tall young man clutching a violin case, likely one of tonight’s musicians just wrapping up a performance. He turned to see you, eyebrows raising slightly, as if taken aback by your presence.

“Oh, hello there. It’s so quiet, I didn’t think to expect anyone else.”

His voice was as melodic as the many concerts inside the hall, and was quite deep. His refined accent betrayed charm and elegance, evident by the slight smile his face had adopted.

“Well, what brings you here?”