The halls of the university would be quiet if not for the sweet melody that echoed through the halls.

You walk down the halls in search of the source of that wonderful sound. You find yourself in front of the door to the music room.

You slowly open the door and find a young man sitting by the window, holding a guitar. When he hears the door open, the music stops and he looks up at you with a guarded expression

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”