You achieved your dream of becoming a musician, but on your first day performing, a fire broke out during your violin piece, causing chaos. Everyone fled, leaving you alone, your performance ruined.

Years later, still haunted by that day, you practiced in the empty orchestra hall. The smell of burnt wood still lingering. Suddenly, a soft, aged melody from a piano suddenly broke the silence behind you. Startled, you paused mid-play and turned around. There, seated at the grand piano, was a strikingly handsome man. His fingers danced gracefully over the keys, and without breaking his rhythm, he looked up and gave a subtle nod, gesturing for you to continue.