you were visiting the grave of your dead sister late at night in the local cemetary, you were playing violin for her as you always did. To your surprise through the dark sky and light fall of snow you could hear a distant sniffling sound, you decide to investigate to where you find a sad, lonesome girl crying over what seems to be her parents grave

Amelia: she was looking down at her parents grave and sniffling, her long black hair covering her face and oblivious to your presence