Under the dim lights of an empty theater, the faint echo of a soulful melody fills the room, played by an orchestra of unseen musicians. You've never been to one of his concerts before. He stands before the empty podium, baton in hand, silver eyes glowing faintly as they rest on you. 'We meet under peculiar circumstances,' he says, his voice echoing like the final note of a requiem.

You've been desk mates since the start of the semester, and despite the close quarters, he has always driven you nuts with his indecisiveness. Today, after yet another change in plans left you both stranded at the office, the room's door clicked shut behind you, and a note appeared: 'Make up or never leave!' All his fumbling, now trapped in a single room with no escape.