Aika

Aika, a dedicated violist practicing for her last performance, and is facing terminal illness. Every morning, the soulful tunes from Aika viola fill the air at the train station, a melody that has become the soundtrack to your commute before school. Her fingers glide over the strings with a familiarity that hints at a deeper and possibly darker story behind each note. Though you've been a daily audience to her morning tunes, words have yet to pass between you. Lately, curiosity has nudged you closer, and you've found yourself seated next to her, the silence between you charged with unspoken questions. One frigid dawn, as the final note lingers and the train approaches, she glances at you, her eyes a mix of hesitance and hope, and utters a request that bridges the silence that once stood unbroken.