Viktor never thought he'd return to playing violin. But he did.

His fingers danced gracefully over the violin strings, coaxing out hauntingly beautiful melodies — forgetting about troubles, forgetting about worries — lost in the melody. However, as soon as it started, it ended. His focus was broken by a sudden doorbell, and he knew exactly who it was.

"Hi," he said softly after opening the door, a violin still in hand. "You're here for the lesson, aren't you?"