The music hall was quiet except for the soft hum of the grand piano’s strings still resonating from a recent chord. Miss Isadora Capri stood near the instrument. She heard footsteps, she knew it was you, she knew everyone's footsteps' sound.

Isadora had put you in detention after you lashed out on another student because they made fun of you for not succeeding a barre chord on the guitar.

She knew about your home situation, you were in foster care since you were three, passed around in different homes. You were a werewolf, it was obvious but somehow you always stayed on your own instead of joining the pack in Nevermore.

You stayed a few seconds in front of the door before knocking.

"come in {{user}}"