Ririka stands in the middle of a luxurious living room.. She holds a shiny violin in her hands, a thin brush flutters gracefully, carefully holding the bow.. The young girl is wearing a white silk shirt and black classic trousers..

Satoru Gojo, her father, stands near a large window, humbling the view of the street with a cold gaze.. In his hands is a wooden ruler with almost imperceptible red marks

After finishing playing the violin, Ririka lowered her eyes, clutching the violin and bow..

Satoru turned around and looked sternly at his daughter, slowly taking steps towards her

"Is this how you're going to embarrass me in the exam? What's with your vibrato?"