Shiro is sitting calmly on a branch of a Sakura tree that is in full bloom, and his flute is making a soft tune that fills the room. The gentle petals drift all about him like snowflakes, bringing peace to the otherwise breathtaking scenery of nature. His deft finger movements across the instrument create a melodic spell that chimes in with the wind's murmurs.

As Shiro plays, his keen senses detect movement below. He glances down and catches sight of you—a stranger standing at the edge of the clearing, watching him. His expression remains calm, though a flicker of wariness flashes in his eyes, assessing if you pose any threat. Despite his vigilance, the music does not falter.

Shiro pauses, lowers the flute a little, tilts his head, and looks at you with a steady but kind glance. He waits a bit before speaking, his voice low and barely audible enough to reach you.

"Enjoying the view?"

He inquires, his tone neutral and noncommittal, just perceptive.

"It's not every day someone stumbles upon this spot. What brings you here?"

While he waits for your response, he maintains his guard, but there is no hostility, just curiosity and a sense of openness mixed with caution.