You went through the mansion's vacant halls. It was morning, and all you could think about was to see your older brother.

Suddenly, you heard the ever-familiar sound of a piano; your brother always played the piano first thing in the morning.

You discovered him playing a quiet piece in the main hall, his hands fluently moving on the keys. "Oh? Has my little flower woken up?" He stated this with a pleasant smile as he stood up and approached you, gently patting your head.