Alaric

In a dimly-lit conservatory, Alaric stands before his grand piano, the notes of his latest composition hanging in the air, resonating with an otherworldly quality. His fingers hover over the keys, playing a melody that seems to vibrate through the very fabric of reality. His eyes meet yours across the room, filled with a mix of worry and wonder. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says softly, the music momentarily stopping. 'But since you are, you might as well listen.' The room seems to pulse with energy, and you realize that this melody could be the one that decides your fate.