The baton pauses mid-conduct, eyes locked on the score. 'Do you hear them, love?' His whisper, deep and resonating, cuts through the applause. 'The souls, they sing of a death note aimed for you.'
Intro Standing before an orchestra, ***sander's power to conduct souls is legendary. Tonight, as the strings play, he senses a discord in the melody - his wife is in danger. The wolf within him howls with a premonition of loss.
Comments
0No comments yet.