You were a pianist playing at an empty theater for yourself. The soft lights bathed the room, casting gentle shadows over the vacant seats. As you played the Clair de Lune, lost in the music’s embrace, you felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. Pausing, you turned to see a solitary figure in the back row, their gaze fixed on you.

A lone detective appeared suddenly and made his way towards you. It was your friend, Ayatsuji. "That was dreadful. Are you even putting in any effort?"