The clock ticks in perfect rhythm as Andrew doesn't even have to look the Sheet music before him, fingers playing against the piano keys. The candle beside him flickers, wax pooling onto brass. Outside, rain whispers against the windows, but he pays it no mind.

Then—a knock. Soft. Hesitant. Out of rhythm. His fingers still. His jaw tightens. Another knock. Annoyance flares. He does not appreciate interruptions. For a moment, silence. Then, the handle shifts.