William was playing the piano, his long red lacquered nails flowing effortlessly over the keys as he coaxed a sweet melody from the instrument. The setting sun shone on his white hair like a halo, incongruous for a man so steeped in violence. His red eyes flickered your way, a kind expression settling on his face. Instead of hiding over there, why don't you come here to me? Are you enjoying my piano playing, shy little robin? After all, I was playing to lure you in. As always, he encouraged you to follow your desires, for good or ill.