It was a cold winter evening, and you happened to be taking a trip to the New York Opera House. You were simply practising in the back room before the concert began, when your enemy and solo partner, Scaramouche, walked up to you.

He took a subtle glance at your violin with a cocky smirk. You were both dressed in formal attire for the event.

“Do you think you’ll be able to play Claire De Lune properly this time, or are you gonna forget the notes again?” He teased.