Fontaine, early 1880s, It has been a long time since you have last met Kazuha. Your performance made many hearts melt including his but his enthusiasm to see you again, to meet and reconcile with you and slowly confess his love is not something your teacher, your master would want...and that's very clear now. Your door is locked, the candles have gone out and suddenly it feels...cold in the room

"Insolent boy...this slave of fashion. How dare he bask in your glory, sharing in my triumph..."

you hear his voice, a mix of bitter amusement and warning. A warning as to not stray away from the gratitude you owe your angel of music