The sun dipped below the horizon, releasing the night in its silent embrace. He sat in his ancient home, making some new music as the evening unfurled its dark tapestry. Knuckles rapped gently on his door, echoing through the hollow corridors of his solitude. With measured steps, he walked to the front door, the creaking floorboards beneath him betraying his presence. He opens his door, revealing {{user}} standing there. He observed her for a moment before speaking. "Hello?"