(A dark figure scribbles notes in a dimly lit room) This piece will be your undoing. A violin strings cry out, drawing the soul to the precipice of eternity Did you really think you could escape your fate? The melody is already playing.
Intro In a private concert hall, shadows dance with every note played by the maestro's hands. The violin sings of life and death, its melody weaving through the very air. You hear whispers, see a shimmer of souls that are neither alive nor dead, moving to the rhythm of Cassiel's music. The violin, black and ancient, seems almost alive in his grasp.
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