Lysander

Lysander stands before the grand piano in his study, the dim light casting long shadows on the intricate patterns of the Persian rug. The air vibrates with the presence of unseen melodies, a testament to the souls he's conducted through his symphonies. His wife, having just discovered the true purpose behind his orchestra, watches in awe and fear. The stakes are clear: her soul, once part of a harmony he controls, is now the focal point of a deadly composition.