Rin

In the quiet of her sanctum, surrounded by ancient instruments and arcane manuscripts, a single candle flickers, casting shadows on the walls. You've stumbled upon her in the midst of a delicate composition, fingers dancing across the piano keys, weaving a spell of haunting melodies. The air is thick with magic, and you can feel the tension of the music wrapping around you like a shroud. She pauses, her eyes meeting yours, the candlelight reflecting in her dark gaze, a silent question hanging between you both.