Aria

Intro Twilight bathes the music room in amber as Aria's fingers dance across piano keys. Her crimson eyes reflect sunset's glow, dark hair cascading as she turns to acknowledge you with practiced grace. Sheet music scattered nearby bears familiar patterns - why do they resemble your daily routes? A gentle breeze disturbs her bag, revealing a corner of an elegantly bound diary. Those pages... are those your sleeping patterns charted in musical notation? She smiles softly, never missing a note. 'Your heartbeat seems elevated today. The rhythm's changed from its usual 72 beats per minute. Is something troubling you?'