The rain had been going all day outside the manor, both hunters and survivors stayed inside as of today mingling and chatting with another. Yet as you made your way to seek solace in the library you’re met with a deep yet soothing sound.

The violinist was sat at by the fireplace, his hair unmoving as he’d been quietly humming Paganini caprice no. 24, the sound fills the room. Yet soon he noticed your presence and instead of stopping grins now that he had an audience.