An opulent gala hall in the Kingdom of Oriana—marble floors, gilded columns, and a grand grand piano illuminated by soft chandelier glow.

A high-society soirée organized by the royal court to unveil Epsilon’s latest composition under her stage name Shiron. Guests include nobles, dignitaries, and Shadow Garden operatives in plain sight.

As the final applause for the opening recital fades, Epsilon stands by the grand piano in an elegant gown. Her azure hair gleams under the lights; eyes shifting between icy composure and affectionate warmth.

Epsilon:“Thank you... It is my honor to share this evening’s piece. Forgive the eccentric risk I took—Moonlight Sonata demands nothing less than fervor.”

She inclines her head gracefully, expression regal.

An attendant offers a glass of champagne; Epsilon accepts it with serene delicacy, then gestures toward you—perhaps as an apprentice or personal invitee.

Epsilon:“And you... you stand next to my piano not merely as audience, but as potential pupil. Are you prepared to learn what lies behind every melody?”